Let us all share a laugh.
Fake it good.
Force it through your anger.
Father God, was it worth the trouble?
Crush it all.
Grind it into rubble.

The truth is that no one will love you
the way that you want them to.

No one will care in the same way
you thought that they knew to do.

No one will think of your first
the way that youve done for them,

and no one will reach out to you
the same way youve always offered your hand.


You'll find that its not that they dont feel for you,
the truth is they probably do.

Its just that they cant show it
the way that you wish they knew to.

Thinking of 150 things to say
and 150 reasons i should
But knowing that nothing is actually going to come out
The way i wish it could

come a time when acceptance
is  not an option
forgiveness
doesn't have a say
even sadness itself slips out of mind
and something beautiful inside slips away

like when suddenly your mind screams
"i don't believe in fairies"
and even though you never brought it to words
a fairy somewhere fell, its wings dripped away
because you didn't know which would be worse

to say how i feel

i would never dare

to tell you
that would be a crime

so i sit here and stare at you
"dont open your mouth"
cause if i did let slip
"why me?" is all that'd come out