I hate you for making me feel this way.
I can't stand the fact that I'm not okay.
Hopelessly lost.
My mouth is wide shut, silently screaming.
Can't you see what you did to me?
You don't know me.
I don't feel this anymore.
You think it's alright, so sure,
I'll fake it, what you make it
to be.
Isn't what it seems.
Can't you see what you did to me?