Lose yourself;

And for what you're worth,
i still hate you,
is there actually anything wrong with giving up?

as i fake another smile for you,
its just another way of getting you to think i am happy,
what would make you to think any different anyway?

if i had a gun to my head,
if i cut so deep that i hit a vein,
if i was drowning in an ocean of blood.

would you actually care?
would you save me?
would you be there for me through it all?
would you be at my funeral?

but most of all,
would you realise that things weren't actually okay?

maybe one day you will wake up to this,
the way its going it could be far too late,
things will be better anyway,
if she was just another teenage tragedy.

there is no escape,
from this misery anymore,
it never mattered to you,
as she fell to the floor.

so go on,
and lose yourself,
for what you think i am worth.
but just remember,
it will all come back and haunt you.

one day.