Why?

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Why the HELL am I losing you
They say life’s to short to sit and cry
But that’s all I can do when saying goodbye
It’s easier to say I’m fine
Then to open my mouth with a different line
Nobody actually cares about my life
So I keep it bottled up inside
There’s not enough money in the world
To take place for the imperfections I hold
Cause if there was my life would be in a different direction
I like this guy and I want to tell him how I feel
But how can I when I don’t know what is real?.