They say, they are fine
But are they really?
They insist, it's getting better
But is it really?

They start to slip away...
Living like the dead
Leaving on you on read,
Was only the beginning of the end

The quest for hope and happiness
Gets unimaginably tough
Was life always this rough?
Their half hearted replies scream,
Let me go!
Never let go...

You think, you know them
And the maze of their mind
Tell me,
Have you always been this blind?
To the sadness they were drowning in
To the emptiness that consumes,
Inside and out
Pull them out!
And never let go...