I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head~
Excerpt from The Fray; Over My Head
Im sick of this.
Sick of this feeling thats numbing my core.
Sick of these lies.
If you can't stand up, look me in the eye and tell me the truth,
the blunt cold truth, then I don't want you here.
the blunt cold truth, then I don't want you here.
STOP FAKING IT!
I know your hurting, broken.
I want to help
because I don't want anyone else to feel like I do.
You keep smiling and laughing,
but i know your hiding inside yourself
and i try to help,
but you keep turning me away.
Don't you wonder how that makes me feel?
A failure of a friend who couldn't help you when you needed it most.
A failure of a friend who couldn't help you when you needed it most.
*sigh*
So what now?
We'll just continue with our normal day-to-day lives,
keeping up this façade, this masquerade,
makeing more lies,
bleeding out pain,
but nobody else cares enough
nobody is strong enough to go against the grain
to ask for help
to get help
so lets just keep pretending,
keep on secretly hurting,
because thats what we do as "friends"
