There once was a girl sick of life, who decided to use her knife, wishing she would go away and die, instead of having to sit cry. She loved her knife so much, and just the thought of its touch. Against her skin bare and white, waiting to finally see the light. On one day she died, and everybody cried. Watching them from above she realized they care, and wished she were there. You see my friend, this was the end. No happy ending this time, cuz there's nothing that would rhyme. There's no such thing as a happy ending. So there's no use in pretending. This girl sounds alot like me, and I wish she would let me be. She's the girl that haunts me in my dreams, and that's how I realize nothing's what it seems. I'm sick of pretending I want to be alive and I'm happy, not someone stupid and sappy. Everyone looks at me and sees this cheerful smile, when I would rather cry a river that lasts a mile. I'm not happy can't you see? There's a different side of me. And maybe now you'll get it. I'm sick of all this shit. There's no use in pretending. THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A HAPPY ENDING!
