It's not that I'm sad,
But I cry each night I'm in my room.

It's not that I'm happy,
But oh how energetic I feel when with others.

I don't feel like myself, this isn't me.
I don't feel alive.
My days are going by again like they always had, just wasted like cigarettes on a plater.

It's not that I don't love you,
I really do.
It's not that this hurts me,
But it really does.

I beg for others attention,
I'm constantly talking to others,
Begging for a chance to feel alive again.
I don't feel alive even when I do,
My throat goes sore and my eyes blink,
Time floats by like a skater on a rink.

It dosent feel like me,
I feel like I'm changing, I don't want to change.
I don't want to give up on you.

But honestly it wouldn't be true if I said I didn't think about me leaving you,
Would it even make a difference to you?

Swear I get it,
But it hurts so much to see you act like I'm...