But who will hold me when the night is cold and my clothes stripped of?
When my voice is shut?
And my mind a million thought runs through but only to realize that they're all echoes?
When my tears fail to fall but my soul is bleeding?
When my smile, laughter and giggles becomes meaningless?
When I'm just tired to pretend but I've been in character for so long that I almost forget who I truly am?
When I only differentiate happiness and sadness by their intensity?