Lets pretend.

This is me, don't try to change me, dont think i'm faking it all.
This is what i go through, don't try to fix it, don't think i exaggerate.
Things are so real, these things, the ones you dodge prefectly.
Its funny how i'm stuck, being the minority, sucks.
Its not new to me to express my pain, we call it venting.
You call it desperation.
I feel just fine after my 'desperate calls'. Its easy to dismiss, try the short end.
My stick, your life.
Together we'll play the tunes of his sacrifice.
Light the candles, theres nothing to mourn. Pages and pages i wrote, the other night. They were all just burned.
You wanted me to quit this shit so bad, just ask for it.
What you feel reflects upon your hard to not notice face.
Rude.
Pathetic.
Mean.
I liked to make myself believe you were a nightmare.
Landed inside my world like a meteor mistaken for a shooting star.
Wished upon, never answered.
None the less you make me never want to wish again.
Hayley Williams helped me pretend.
I'm fine again.