Is everything not enough? What more could I give up?

But you're not really like that, you're just putting on a show, and it's breaking my heart.

And I was only there so you weren't alone.

But you see darling, your kinda truth is just the ghost of your lies. And I see through them all the time.

You still kiss me sometimes, but it's just on the cheek. And you pull away, so easily..

I can swallow this bottle whole. I'd rather be dead, then continue living with the sadness.

Two pills to dull the pain. Four pills you can't complain. Six pills to go insane. Eight pills to play the game. Ten pills the games begun. Twelve pills then to make me drop. Thirteen pills my heart will stop.
*not mine, love it though.

Maybe it was wrong to think that I could keep you..

Tell me why I should fight for you when you never even tried to fight for me, why should I keep screwing myself over?

How can you be okay with who you are and what you did to me?