Pretending has gotten so easy for me by now
I know when to and I know how
Honestly, deep inside, I'm living a lie
I really hate my life and want to die
Being positive is harder than it use to be
It's not as easy as it use to be
All I want to do is crawl up in a corner and cry
And be alone while thinking of ways to die
Everyone sees me as the perfect positive girl
But honestly, I hate this stupid world
I want my blood to poor like running tears
I want it to erase my pain and take away my fears
"America is the best place to live", so I am told
Which sucks because it's so dark and cold
No one sees the struggle in my eyes
No one sees all of my lies
I hate my life so damn much and I want it to end
No one understands me, not even my friends
I walk around and I put on this huge fake smile
Then people think I'm OK, but I've been wanting to die for awhile
