getting by

looking through the paper
I’m thinking of the past
I’m growing much wiser
but I think I’m losing track

got a box full of memories
that I dare not to look through
hating those tears
that always come true
I’m wise to remembering
but I block out the bad
the things I don’t know
are the things that make me sad

got a tear on my pillow
with no one lying beside
got a hundred lines of sorrow
with no one in my life

I’ve forgotten that I used to care
I sleep through my dreams
and wake for the nightmare
you ask me why I cry
and I say
its because I need to
just to get by