Its starting again. I thort i could control it? I thort i really loved you? I thort it was gonna work out.. But its me, how cud it have ever worked out?

She fakes a smile, a laugh everyday.
But if they knew what she was going thru,
Wud they help her?

She swears she can live without him,
But each time she sees him a part of her breaks down inside

Letting go doesnt always mean giving up.. Its learnin 2 accept that some things arent meant to be

I hate the way everything between us is so distant. I no i live further away but still im left out. I feel like an outsider, never knowing wat u guys are talking about... I guess its time to find some new friends....

All i wanted was to hear you say you loved me, I guess that was just too much 2 ask 4

In the deepest parts of our hearts, Every ones afraid

Evry1 thinks of me as a happy person
i think of myself as 2 ppl
1 which is me wantin 2 b sum1 else
the otha total fake
i dont want 2 b either of them
&my only otha option is death
so i pull the triga on the gun
say gudbi 2 the fake
&gudbi 2 me...

Lately ive not bin myself
only i no that
i fake evrything each day
but wen im in my room
it all comes out
the tears the blood
then it all goes away wen i leave
not a trace of wat i do each nite

I cant breathe wen i think about u
its bcoz u stabbed me in the back
i cant speak wen i tlk about u
its bcoz u stole me heart