I'd rather die young, than live a lie.
Could you imagine, hiding your feelings,
not being allowed to cry?
I've had to do it all my life.
I didn't have an escape,
so I turned to a knife.
I had no choice but to keep it a secret.
I wanted to tell my close friends,
but I knew they couldn't keep it.
I delt with hate, love, lies, and fear.
On the outside I was strong through it all,
but forever my eyes held that tear.
I'd rather die young, than live a lie.
Is it really living,
if you just survive?