My Little Lie
How many words do I have to waste before you hear me?
How many words have I already thrown away?
Talk is cheap, but the scars are deep.
My smile's pretty, but I don't need your pity.
How long will you pretend that you don't see me?
How long will you continue to ignore me?
At this rate, I'm never going to fly.
How long before I finally have to cry?
It's your fault, my little lie.
You just couldn't die.
Now my fate is sealed.
You'll never hear.