Tring to keep my chin up
Everyone loves a happy face
mascarra streems & stings my eyes
Hope is fleeting without a trace

A prision only I can see
shakles only I can feel
pain only I detect
scares I know are real
 
matramony an institution
of love, joy and bliss
I never could have imagined
things would turn out like this

shall I try again?
with the chance so likely to fail
begging for some kind of strenghth
to get back on the trail

I know I am so much more
than this person I am today
With so much more to offer
and more refreshing things to say
 
once I finally decide
and never more second guess
and move forward one way or another
and step over this great big mess.