Ever since the day you left
my life has been a complete mess.
I never take time to do my hair,
or to be nice an actually share.
I never go out with my friends,
I guess I've put an end to our relationship.
I can't smile, and actually mean it.
I play Green Day, just to make the pain go away.
I sit at the computer, wishing I could shoot her, the girl in the mirror.
It has come to me, its so much clearer.
I was just not meant to live,
So I'll give in, and do as told,
and scold myself for who I am.
So have a nice life, and leave me here, to shed one more tear, for my pathetic life.
