All I'm doing is bringing you pain and tears
I got up and failed and got up again
There isn't a lot left to try anymore.
Please, just tell me I'm not good enough
Instead of saying I can do this stuff
I'm sick of lying straight up and to your face
And sneaking around behind your own walls
I lie to everyone by only letting them see
The nice, happy, and helpful part of me
But I'm not sure I even exist, so
I'm gonna END the next person who tells me I look nice
If they could see the rage and hate within me
They'd run and scream and climb up dead trees
Yet they can sleep while they call me friend
I despise how shallow everyone seems
I go under, sucking in horror by the pound
But nothing is scarier than the human sound
I'd rather it all just not exist,
instead of me being the lonely one.