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If despair could wash away, then I'd be baptized everyday

Plunge my face into the blue, in hopes my prayers would soon come true

I've stitched my lips into a smile, in hopes my words won't give away

The voice inside gives into pain, then simmers down after awhile

I've dug myself into the sand, and built a castle tall and grand

To keep the thieves from breaking in, to stab me over and over again

I shun away the people, who will listen to my plea

For my suffering's not their own, no need to drag them down with me

Their words pass through my ears, and die somewhere along the way

They missed their goal, to save a soul, in depression I will stay

To fake a smile, is to live a lie

If this is true, I long to die