For my whole life i pretend to be who i am not
just to make you happy because who i am is completely opposite of you
and you wont have that, i have to be perfect, i have to be smart
i have to be nice to a guy that just creeps me out
and you obviously know there is something wrong
but you ask nothing
you just sit there and lexure me on what i should be
what you think i need to be, with no mistakes to fix
how stupid can you be
i cant be perfect, infact, i know that i will never be who you want me to be
so im telling you now stop the lexures, and stop the lies
yes i called you a liar, go ahead, you can cry
let you feelings come out, dont be like me
dont keep them in, dont you ever rather bleed
i would give everything just to make you understand
but its to late, you let go of my hand
yes its to late because you gave up on me
you let go of my hand
