Sometimes I don't remember why I'm still alive,
But this depression is getting harder to survive.
What can I do to get out, out of this dark hole?
To escape this sweet depression is my only goal.

Trying to forget someone,
Is like trying to remember someone
you never knew.

She sits there cold and alone,
Trying to forget you were ever there,
She finds she is so lost in this world,
with no one there for her, no one to care.

It doesn't hurt to dream,
It hurts more to wake up,
Because reality is a nightmare.

Is it better to hear a lie, that draws a smile to your face,
Or hear the truth that brings tears to your eyes?

Sometimes you just have to walk away,
Keep the tears at bay,
And just pretend that you are okay.

I'm either going to be your best memory,
Or your worst mistake.

Ask yourself:

Does it hurt more to die?
Or hurt more to stay alive?

Just because you never see the tears in her eyes from crying, and never hear that anythings ever wrong. Doesnt mean she's not good at lying, maybe she is just good at acting strong.

Sisters forever, you and I. Here for each other, 'till the day we die.