Tell me please - what's the point of this rea lity?
Seems like I'm only he re to pleas e, ev eryo ne el se.
If I lie, will they think that I am re ally trying?
Seems like we only l ive to die, so what's the po int?
Happy? Could I be ha ppy?
Feels like a dream - just won't come true.
Instrumental : ... ... ... ... ..
Tell me please - that you've finally gotten sick of me,
I really never try to be, so in secu re ...
This self-hate, lurks beneath this stupid game I play,
Feels like I rarely g et to say, what's on my min d.
Happy? Hey, are you happy?
Well, can you teach me? To be like you
My heart - has been torn apart,
This world is so dark,
I just feel lost
I never wanted to be this way I swear, oh god, I promise,
I re ally do t ry to fight it or to hide it, but inside it,
it just burns it's way through happiness, feels like torture,
I never asked for this,
The monster trapped deep inside of me,
Feeding off my love an d sanity,
No matter how I try to block out the voice that tells me I'm worthless,
I can't seem to conquer to beast, I'm always defeated, left here in pieces,
And there's no one who understands they can't stitch me up, though it's nice that they're
still ' here',
I'm am the only one ... Who can slay this monster,
Happy? No, I'm not happy.
Though I despe rately wish I could be
I just want to be free, why,
should I have t o die - to slay the be ast
If I lie, will the monster keep i tself inside?
Seems like we only l ive to die, so what's the p oint?