I really fuckin suck at faking smiles.
If you ask me if I'm alright,
At least expect me to lie,
Dont believe me when I say I'm fine.
And I can't really think sometimes,
And sometimes I just wanna die,
But you don't ask and I won't talk,
And this all feels like its way to much.
And sometimes I wish I were dead,
Put a bullet through my head,
Then we'll both be fine.
Let's shoot each other on three,
Maybe then we'll both be happy,
Then watch as they burn our bodies,
That we never really loved.
And I wish I could be like you,
Not have such a short fuse,
Cuz right now if you talk to me,
I'll explode.
I'll spray you with brain matter,
But it wouldn't really matter,
Cuz you'll be dead too,
And we'll both be dead soon.