everyday is like a passing train
whisping by with no intentions of stopping
some days i dont know why im here
do u love me
does anybody love me
i know that the love my friends show is an act of kindness
not the truth
i just hope someday these people realize how much they have hurt me by pretending
i dont pretend
neither should you
so when your train passes u by
then youll understand
how i feel
and why i died
