Know what it’s like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can’t. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the pain on the inside. I see the blood all over your hands. Does it make you feel more like a man? Was it all just a part of your plan? The pistol’s shaking in my hands…and all i hear is the sound… I’ve been weak and I’ve been strong. I’ve been thru the fire and I’ve been thru the storm. Try to do right and I know I do wrong. Just be happy for me when my life is gone. Cause with no more hurt and no more tears, there will be no more pain and no more fears. No more people in my face that are not sincere. So smile for me when I’m no longer here. Just because her eyes don’t tear doesn’t mean her heart doesn’t cry. And just because she comes off strong, doesn’t mean there’s nothing wrong. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I don’t know what I wanna see. My world use to be worth living for, and now it’s hard enough just to be me. I’m not afraid of the gun in my hand, I’m not afraid of dying, I’m just afraid of the pain it will bring, and to see my best friends crying. I’m going to smile…and make you think I’m happy…I’m going to laugh…so you don’t see me cry…and even if it kills…I’m going to smile. I’m screwing up every little good thing I ever try to do. I was born to lose.