Poet 11586

Fake

Not sure how much longer I can stand out in this stormy weather
My hearts been ripped out, torn apart and taped back together
My arms stretched out, face to the sky
I promised myself I'd never let them see me cry
I've been biding time, biting my lip
Sooner or later I guess I'd have to slip
So this is my breakdown, this is my last straw
I can't fake it hard enough to please anyone at all