I’m afraid to admit some things.
It tears me apart.
That permanent smile on my face?
Its nothing but a scar.
I’m afraid to admit some shit,
Its eating me bit by bit.
You make me happy, that is a fact.
But isn’t it true, that you treat every next person like that.
I realize today, that you don’t care, you never did,
It’s just some sort of instinct you had.
And its annoying to see you work your magic
Knowing that another person is going to become like me
Too scared of crossing the line and falling,
Demons inside my head are calling.
So I accept their hollow depression as a bribe,
Because that is my drug that I need to survive.