When all you do is wipe your tears
When all you do is remember
When all you do is stay silent
All you see is your tainted self
All you see is the broken trust
All you see is the sharp truth
All you see are the wrongs
The feeling is eating you
The feeling is consuming you
The feeling of worthlessness
The feeling of hanging by a thread
Pain remains
Regrets aren't few
Hurts from love
Sadness in the summertime
