I know i need to get up and get out.
But i'm filled with false hope and too much doubt.
I can't help but think i need to end it all.
I just wish i meant enough to someone for them to call.
I guess you could say i have friends.
But i can't stop thinking about the end.
Maybe that's why i'm such a bore.
And my mind keeps leading me to believe the end will be filled with gore.
I guess i'm breaking down more than i thought.
But i know i'll never get closer to what i've sought.
So how do i try to give my self a happy ending?
I guess i'll never know because i'm always stuck mending.
But who i was feels like it's gotten carefully taken apart.
I would gladly take back my broken heart.
Just so i know that i wasn't always falling apart.
But now i know there is nothing but hate for me.
I guess i'll have to forget about finding a key.
So why can't i keep all the good memories in mind?
I guess it's because nothing has, or is going to work out this time.