I don't know why I feel this way,
But sometimes I feel myself relapsing back.
Back to horrible times, back to hopeless times
Sometimes for no reason at all.
But then again what am I supposed to do?
Forget? Pick up, move on and put on a happy face?
No, I shouldn't fakeness just isn't my thing...
If I'm sad, I can't pretend I'm happy
If I'm mad I can't bullshit like its nothing
And if I hate you, I can't pretend that you mean something to me.
I can't, I won't, its not like people wouldn't do the same to me.
Friends, define friends I've rarely had them.
Sheep in wolves clothing, snakes in disguise.
I've had more friends become enemies then frends become best friends.
It seems like there's always something negative going on,
when I have to deal with people.
Some guy isn't good enough for me.
Some girl is talking about me,
Some girl is jealous of me,
Some girl is pissed because I was too honest and truthful.
So called friends are acting stupid.
So called friends are ignoring me.
Its just always something.
Great, I have to go to school tomorrow.
Great, I have to see this bitch’s face tomorrow.
Great, I’ll probably wake up to see tomorrow.
Whatever I guess this is forever my life,
No matter how much drama it brings.