Everytime I tell that lie,
I die a little more inside.
I'm telling you that I'm alright,
when really I can't take my life.
I hate this person I've become,
this struggle I can't overcome.
I hurt myself cuz I cant pull through.
You tell me I'm just hurting you.
I'm lost, I'm scared, I cannot cope,
I've lost my faith, and all my hope.
Eventually I wont have to lie,
and my death wont just be inside..
