Do we hang on too long?
Do we blind ourselves with reasons we know its not even sensible?
Do we try too hard?
Or have we even tried.

The facade potrays not whats inside, its so well hidden that no one saw through.
Bottling it all in, no one knew, no one realised.
Till the day where everything crushed in, realising there was no one she could shout to.
It all seemed sad, lonely and pathetic.
If only she could take up the phone, dial the number and just be honest.
For once, just this once.
Who is she staying strong for?
Why is she shelving herself?
Why didn't she say anything? No one knows.

Mayday, we have a problem. Just that, we don't know.
Rectify and move on! Can't sire, we can't move in.
Its locked.