If you want me to lie,
I can say nothing is wrong,
Say I'm not crying,
Say that I'm over you,
And that I never loved you

because "us" was never real.

My heartache is slowly killing me inside. I will always feel this melancholic agony; never stop thinking of you; your lips will always be the only ones I ever kissed...
I can't and won't ever get over you and I being "just friends".

Hearts are lost and hearts are saved,
Doesn't matter how they behaved.
Alone and in doubt, crying at night.
Eventually we'll all lose the fight.

I solemly sit here,
Re-reading the words you wrote without doubt.
(As you gave up on us.)

Your pen's ink as permanent as
this broken heart you have made.

I'm crazy and I'm broken,
And it hurts to tell these lies.
I am slowly losing control,
But I'm too strong to cry.

Tears of blood and alcohol shall caress my cheeks
tonite,
As I sigh a lonely lullaby,
Drifting away from the world.

This alcohol will choke my tears,
drown my angry heart.
I'll pretend I'm empty of fears,
that I'm not falling apart.

This pain won't ever cease,
my wounds will never heal.
My tolerance will shatter
because reality isn't real.

Sometimes I wish I could be invisible,
only to give you justification
the next time you

look right through me.

Your deceiving lips are still the only ones I've kissed,

The angry shards of my broken heart still puncture,

I still think only of you.

I hopelessly cannot get over you and I being

"Just friends".