I lie here awake in bed
Wondering why I feel this way
I know I brought this on myself
But why can't I accept it?
Not a day goes by where I don't think about it
Things will just never be the same
I know I'm wrong for doing what I'm doing
Why must I always ruin such a good thing?
Could it be that it really isn't my fault?
I've just grown accustomed to this feeling
This feeling that I am always to blame
It must be something I did
Even if I don't know what it is
I feel alone
I feel empty
No one is there for me
No one is really ever there for me
It's killing me
Every day a piece of me dies
It hurts but no one knows
If only things were the way we wished them to be
Am I really not good enough for anybody?
Smile on the outside
They don't care about how you really feel
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