Everybody has a face, but no one has a name.
all I want is to have a place, where no one is to be blame. Everybody turns to look but no one really cares.
They say they can read you like a book, but then give you dumb founded stares.
They'll ask "how's your day?" but you'll lie anyway.
Cuz like I said, you know they don't care. But when you get home, you fell all alone, cold, worthless and bare.
You get mad at yourself for being so mad. And sad at yourself for being so sad.
You'll wonder why anyone is your friend at all. You'll find an empty bathroom and cry in a stall, you hear people talk about everyone else. So... What are they saying about yourself?
Well everyone say's "they can talk all they want" but they get upset if they hear people talked.
i know people care more than they say. it's easy to tell when they give it away. So who even is your real friend?
this is why it's easy to want thing to end
(by mah7)
I know we all have a dark side but for know, I can't keep my own to my self any longer so I guess it's a good idea if I shear my world with you.
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But matter of fact this image explains my mood. I know we exist.
