“The thing I'm good at is pretending everythings ok.. I'm a broken soul I'm an open book, with many torn out pages, I walk through fire, But I thirst for truth, For what i've never lasted.. I'm sorry I'm a problem.. I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else, it see... when Im all alone its best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say good-bye. Everything is temporary anyway. Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you Life isn't a fairy tail, Noone really cares about you, Nobody cares if you're gone. Just because I come out strong, doesn't mean there is nothing wrong. Often I choose to pretend that I'm happy. So I don't have to explain myself to people who'll never understand. Noone Understands the silence beetwen my words No-one understands the sadness between my smile No-one understands the unsaid feelings of mine”
