We all lose in the end so y do we try

I thought you loved me how i loved, WHAT THE F**K EVA MADE ME THINK THAT

All i wanted was to hear you say you loved me, I guess that was just too much 2 ask 4

In the deepest parts of our hearts, Every ones afraid

Evry1 thinks of me as a happy person
i think of myself as 2 ppl
1 which is me wantin 2 b sum1 else
the otha total fake
i dont want 2 b either of them
&my only otha option is death
so i pull the triga on the gun
say gudbi 2 the fake
&gudbi 2 me...

Lately ive not bin myself
only i no that
i fake evrything each day
but wen im in my room
it all comes out
the tears the blood
then it all goes away wen i leave
not a trace of wat i do each nite

I cant breathe wen i think about u
its bcoz u stabbed me in the back
i cant speak wen i tlk about u
its bcoz u stole me heart

I want 2 stop all the fiting
But i cant coz im a mistake
I want 2 stop all the abuse
But i cant coz im a fake

Things happen nd u just hve 2 deal with it...But wat if the happenings of things is undealable?

How do u live wen u cant live without the 1 that u cant live with????