I’ll live and die hating myself.

Hurting myself.

Lying to myself.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll do it to you.

I’d do anything for this false sense of happiness I have.

I’ll keep telling myself I’m worth something.

I’ll keep smiling.

If it’s only for you.

Your tenderness…

Your sincerity…

Your love…

It’s all been a rouse, hasn’t it?

You didn’t really care about me, did you?

You’ve always loved another, even though

I’ve cried for you,

Tried for you,

Smiled for you.

Why should I do these things anymore?

I’m worthless, and I know it.

I’m willing to show it,

But you won’t let me.

With your kind eyes

And fake smile,

You tell me I’m worth the time

To hold tightly

And whisper “I love you”.

But I know I’m worthless.

To you and to everybody else.

And you won’t let me see that.

You don’t want your act to be over

To be uncovered

To be exposed.

You don’t want me to find that

You don’t really love me at all.

But I already know the truth.

Even so,

Because I’m so worthless,

So deluded,

I’ll continue to love you.

A/N:
...yeah.