I accept any company, 

I try to make myself feel good,

I cry anytime I'm alone

It doesn't feel right if I don't,

I don't talk about my day,

I don't talk about my feelings,

I think about why I'm still alive,

I dread the night,

Love is gross,

People are just smiling to make their way through,

I used to miss being young,

I used to doodle hearts, 

I used to listen to love songs without breaking down,

I used to watch romance movies without a bitter speech, 

I thought I was used to being alone,

But I've never felt so Alone

Even though I tell myself that's the way it's supposed to be;

I run from my feelings,

I force myself to get up when I wake up,

I used to lay in bed for hours just to stare at the ceiling,

Now I look at the cars rather than the houses,

I try to keep my mind occupied,

I try to keep my time closed,

I try to convince myself I don't need anything else

But I get a craving some nights,

But I feel an emptiness some nights 

It keeps me awake,

When I never had trouble sleeping before you,

I didn't believe in love,

now I hate it

Why do I smile when I think of you,

When it makes me feel dead

What a blessing though

They worry of things that make no difference,

And I can't care of anything other than what I miss

And I don't wanna write

But I do anyway

Hoping time will have an explanation

Hoping that hope will be a good enough reason to get out of bed

And I fake it well enough to fool myself