im tired of trying
because im tired of dying
every time you say that im the one lying
im tired of always being the one
to take away all of the fun
I don’t understand why I have a hard time
talking with anyone and faking that im fine
so maybe its just got to be like this
not one final breath or one final kiss
just making the wounds open anew
and im tired of being the one that you hate
and tired of being just one second to late
so im telling you now that maybe were better off as friends
I hate to be the one for which your life ends
I don’t want to bear that burden of blood and guilt
I don’t want to watch as you die and wilt
so maybe were better off as friends
and maybe well end up better in the end
and maybe well stop hurting each other