People think I can't feel.
Of course I do.
When the pain is real
It's the only thing I do

People think I'm lying.
Why would I lie?
I wouldn't.
I don't.

You're clever.
You're a bad friend
Disguising as a good one.
Then again, so I am.

These people that surround me
These people that care
I have no love for them
No interest or sympathy

I take in what they offer me
Not because I want it
But because I need it
In return I fake emotion

I take in what they give me
Only because you've stopped
Only because everyone has.
Everyone that matters.
(Used to matter, anyway.)

I know that love is love
No matter where it comes from
But it just doesn't taste the same
If it doesn't come from you.

Why do people find things easy,
When I find them so difficult?
Truth is, it isn't them; it's me.
It's always been my fault.

Im lost inside an emotional black hole
That constantly reminds me
How much I've fallen
How many miles I left behind.

So down, I make my own sunshine
So pathetic, I'm like a parasite.
I live off others.
I live off nobodies.

I lie.
Unaware that I do.
I die.
Unaware that I don't want to.

The word "forever" has lost its meaning
In my mind
Everything is temporary
Nothing is eternal

What kind of motivation is that?

It's not the mistakes along the way,
But how we don't learn from them
What aches my head.
Am I the only one that sees this?

Doesn't anyone else realize it?
You say you do, but you're a hypocrite
A selfish hypocrite.
But then again, so am I

So am I.