If I Forget You

I'm in a completely different world, one I live alone.
No one knows I exist, until I do something wrong.
Every time a make a change, I'm reminded of whats true.
This life will never be happy, no matter what the hell choose.
I've learned to accept that fact, and just live until I die.
I'll never smile, I'll never laugh, and I'll probably never cry.
There may be one more choice, but if its wrong, then I'm done.
Theres no second chances after this, no turning back on this one.
I could either runaway, not from home, but from life.
I could take these pills, or use this gun, or simply use this knife.
Or maybe I could stay, and just hope for things to go well.
Or stop asking questions, just kill myself and go to hell.
Cant be worse than this, maybe it's even better.
Or maybe I'll stop giving a f-uck, and pretend I never met her.
Every smile that I smiled, and every little tear I cried.
Every moment until the day, that day she went and died.
So maybe I'll forget everything, I'll even forget me too...
Things may be better off if I go and forget you...