Everyday I find I'm more afraid
So I take my pills and face the day
Pretending that it's all gone away
I'm a mess
I do my job same as I always have
Smile my smiles, laugh my laughs
Nobody can tell that it's all an act
So much stress
I watch my kids with hope and love
Rowdy boys that push and shove
But in the end they laugh and hug
It hurts less
But even when I'm not, I feel alone
Whether at work or at my home
At night I feel I might come undone
Is it a test?
What do you do when nothing seems to help?
When you've tried everything to save yourself
What is there if there is nothing left?
Is there anything left?