I'm not living, just merely exsisting, trying as hard as I can not to die in this world full of lies. Each day I hesitate, fearful that if I give you my trust, you will break me.

Hold your head high gorgeous, there are people who would KILL to see you fall.

I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees.

I know I'm not worth it.

So why do I even try?

I'm tired of pretending I'm happy for you, when in reality, you being with her, is killing me.

I die a bit more inside everytime I see you take her hand.

They are always judging, always discriminating. They wonder why I'm sad and like black. They don't know why I'm like this. It's because of them.

I dont want to do this anymore. I dont want to keep loving you, knowing you are with her. I dont want to keep believing you when you say you love me, because if you really loved me, then why are you with her, instead of me?

I was finally get used to the idea of us just being friends, but then you had to go and make me fall even harder for you, and you still weren't there to catch me.

You tell me you love me.

Then how come you are still with her?