Is it ironic the last time you felt alive
You were seconds away from dying
Oh, to feel again and rid yourself
Of a pressure that pulls until your body gives
I can imagine him whispering
'I care about how you're feeling'
But he's unaware he doesn't care
He likes you because you're pretty
He likes you because you're there
So you'll fall apart in bed with him
Trading self-esteem for misery
Another night of monotony
This daydream cure for your disease
You say you like the company but you're lonely
I know it
You say you like the company
But you're lying