I\'ve been searching for myself in familiar places,
I\'ve found nothing but bits of traces
That keep reminding me of my past,
I\'ve been hurting for a while
and I\'ve been searching a mile
surrounded by these happy faces
that have me faking my smile
I\'m trying to make it through tomorrow
But tomorrow always looks blurry
I\'ve been hiding behind these notes,
because I am scared I don\'t always know what to say
I smile a lot because it\'s easier to hide when I\'m teary
Perhaps if I enforce pain I\'ll channel it into a perfect antidote
maybe if I take these pills I\'ll forget my troubles
and perhaps if I hold a little less tighter,
it\'ll be easier to forget these struggles
I\'m a writer, not a fighter
So if my words can\'t ease my suffering
maybe my existence is pointless.