I've fallen for the last time, and there's no point in getting up. I'm tired of pretending I don't care, cause that's what you want. Why don't you understand, you're my best friend. But now it's all over. I've finally given up. I'm laying on this cold, hard floor. Sick of trying to be what you want. Sick of being everything you hate. I'm done with this. All it is are lies, I'm done pretending. There's no point in silent cries. So here's the end, what we all dread. The truth my friend, is I'm practically dead.
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