Often I find me asking myself,
Do I want to know the truth?
I've been asking myself this,
My entire youth.
Also, I wonder:
Which of these is the best choice?
Face people with the horrible truth,
Or hide the sadness with a sweet voice?
You see, the truth...
To me, is nothing but pain.
The worst thing on earth,
Driving me completely insane.
I wish I could believe in lies,
And try to reach for the highest shelf.
But my problem is: when in lies
I can't live with myself.
So I faced it: Life sucks.
Hard at first, but you get used to it.
I wouldn't recommend,
Living in pain each day, I admit.
It was my personal choice,
How dreadful it might seem...
Reality is my burden.
Happiness is my dream.