I didn't know,
I could be this lost,
Not knowing what its cost.

I am standing here,
At my favourite place,
Knowing how I used to feel,
But knowing that it isn't real.

I walk and talk,
Not to my friends but to my own.

As i'm searching for my reason,
Instead I found treason.

The friends I used to have,
The backstab I had felt,
The hurt that flows through my veins.
As I cry a bath full of my pain.