There's this
girl in the mirror, I wonder who she is. Sometimes I think I know her and
sometimes I wish I did. There is a story
in her eyes, lullabies, and goodbye.
When she's looking back at me I can tell...she's hurting inside.
It's getting
colder now and the darkness consumes me.
Depression is slowly creeping up.
Maybe one day you'll actually care about me.
Never
underestimate the pain of a person because the truth is everyone is
struggling. It's just some people hide it
better than others.
She smiles
with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried. And though she's got so much to say, she
bottles it up inside. If you look past
her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you won't recognize, the
girl is really me...
There's
nothing more depressing than having it all and still feeling sad.
I'm tired of
being nice to people who don't give a shit about me.
I'm just a
fucked up girl living in a fucked up life in a fucked up world.
Welcome to
where being me is -*Never Enough*-
Sometimes
the pain's too strong to bare...and life gets so hard you just don't care. You feel so alone you just sit and
cry...every second you wish you could die.
Then you start thinking who would care...if one day they woke up-and you
weren't there.
I could go
on with my day and act like everything is okay.
But as my life goes on it hurts more in every way.
She can't
hide no matter how hard she tries, her secret disguised behind the lies. And at night she cries away her pride, with
eyes shut tight staring at her inside.
All her friends know why she can't sleep at night, all her family asking
is she alright. All she wants to do is
get rid of this hell, well all she's got to do is stop kiddin herself. She can only fool herself for so long...
You'll just
never know...soo many emotions I choose not to show..
Know what
it's like to want to die. How it hurts
to smile. How you try to fit in but you
can't. How you hurt yourself on the
outside, to try to kill the pain on the inside.
I see the
blood all over your hands. Does it make
you feel more like a man? Was it all
just a part of your plan? The pistol's
shaking in my hands...and all i hear is the sound...
I've been
weak and I've been strong. I've been
thru the fire and I've been thru the storm.
Try to do right and I know I do wrong.
Just be happy for me when my life is gone. Cause with no more hurt and no more tears,
there will be no more pain and no more fears.
No more people in my face that are not sincere. So smile for me when I'm no longer here.
Just because
her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry. And just because she comes off strong,
doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.
I don't know
what I'm doing anymore. I don't know
what I wanna see. My world use to be
worth living for, and now it's hard enough just to be me.
I'm not
afraid of the gun in my hand, I'm not afraid of dying, I'm just afraid of the
pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying.
I'm going to
smile...and make you think I'm happy...I'm going to laugh...so you don't see me
cry...and even if it kills...I'm going to smile.
I'm screwing
up every little good thing I ever try to do.
I was born to lose.
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