I hide my secrets, oh so very well.
Because I'm afraid, but it doesn't matter.
I deserve it.
Because I'm afraid, but it doesn't matter.
I deserve it.
I hate my life, I want to die. Because everything makes me think of him, it's torture. I'd rather be instantly out of pain. And everythign he tells me, it's too sweet. I fall more and more in "love" with him. I wish he'd stay here with me, but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm not asian, or dark haired, or skinny, or smart, or good enough for him. I never will be. But I'll always love him...
