The types of love are friendship, and true
You know the truth is that I really love you
But you do not have the same kind of feeling
And with admitting this to myself, my wounds will stop healing
My reason for fighting and being alive
Was the fact that you really loved me, made me want to strive
Don't beat yourself up about it, I'm used to being alone
Used to living and dying, every night on my own
Now that reason is shattered, didn't last for very long
I'm sorry for hoping, Sorry for being so wrong
Ending my smiles, with unrequited love is so easy to do
It's my fault for falling in love with you
