I know that nothing was real,
Every sweet word a lie.
I've run out of things to feel,
The only sound of me is a sigh.
I know that you chose her over me,
and trust me, its really okay.
I know this is all I will ever be,
A loser and failure every single day.
I've come to terms with who I am,
I've stopped trying to be someone I'm not.
Everyone chooses me to damn,
So happily in hell I stay and rot.
Maybe one day I'll be free,
Whatever the hell that means.
Because my darling, you see,
Not everything is as it seems.