Day by day, a habitual charade
But it is a life of lies
Only hiding the pain inside
Unable to even convince oneself
Yet wanting to believe it so strongly
The truth...I'm still hurting inside
Each night dying again
Each day a slow torture
History a slowly bleeding wound without a cure
I don't want to hurt anymore
I don't want to feel guilty for crimes I haven't committed
I don't want to care about anyone
It's a slow torture sitting back waiting to be noticed
There are those who proclaim to care
Funnily enough, all remain quiet unless I make it otherwise
I'm tired of doing all the work
I shouldn't have to
I shouldn't hurt
Why the hell do I even care?
I'm obviously being lied to
Actions speak louder than words
Hard times test true friendship
I am striking out
I'll do my best not to care
I know it wont work
I'm hurting
That wont change because I want it to
