How can you really live
When you want to curl up and die
How can you pretend to be happy
When you're trying so hard not to cry
How can you face the world
When it gets blacker everyday
How can the sun really shine
When it's surrounded by so much pain
How can you say "I love you"
When you can't even love yourself
How can you get out of bed each day
When every moment is a living Hell
How can you move forward
When you're living in the past
How can anyone get to know you
If you're always chosen last
How can you tell the truth
When it's so much easier to lie
Wh go through another day
When it's so much easier to die...