What makes me worthy of a lie?
And what makes me unable to say goodbye?
The thing is you stared right at me
Even when you saw me plea
I guess that meant nothing to you
Is all this I'm saying true?
It's true...I'm dying
Late at night I still lay awake crying
When you leave my heart literally hurts
A heart attack or stroke wouldn't be this bad
at least it wouldn't leave me depressed or sad
So what makes me worthy of a lie?
Could you at least pretend to try?
What happened to the person I knew
Was this just something we outgrew?
I'm trying to let go, but I can't
It's like I'm frozen in a trance
So please tell me your happy....
That's why I'm still here
And when I'm truly gone...well, it will be clear
why I was worthy of a lie
