Telling you all these things I know I feel.
But I can't bring out the emotion to make it real.
Can bearly cry, all I can do is smile.
I've been so lost for quite a while.
I find it all funny, but It really hurts to laugh.
Where's my broken other half?
I miss her, she gave me a reason to cry.
She gave me the emotion to show I wanted to die.
Now it's just there, but none of is seems true.
Yet, I'm still reaching out and screaming to you.
I've been seeing myself when I look in the mirror.
But I miss the broken girl, I miss her.
She never left, but her emotion went away.
She's trying to break free in every word I say.
Can you help bring her back, so I can fight?
She gives me a reason to believe it will be alright.
When I'm in her shoes, I see things dark.
But something happens that leaves its mark.
I learn from her, she teaches me how to survive.
The broken part of me is the reason I'm alive.
Does this make sense to anybody but me?
I'm looking around, but I don't see.
It's like my mind's been shut down, and I'm a robot.
Like common sense is something I forgot.
People love this, I'm cracking joke after joke.
Do people not see that a part of me broke?
I don't want them to worry, they do that enough.
But going through this alone is kind of rough.
I broke down to a really good friend 24 hours ago.
So far, she's the only one that knows.
She knows I wandered off this path, not wanting to be found.
She knows I'm crying out, but can't make a sound.
She knows I'm afraid, but only I can help myself.
Still, I'm tempted to go back to her for help.
But there's nothing to feel this way about.
I'd love to just stand on a rooftop and shout.
But what would I scream for if everything's fine?
I'm reading this hurt in disbelief that it's mine.
I think I should end this and just let it end.
I'm trying to find you, my broken heart.
I'll be there soon, just need to get over all of this.
Tinkerbell, why is it you I miss?
I would want to live longer...