I don't know what I'm doing

is this the end,death is my only friend. I'm so tired of playing pretend, why do I have to blend. I don't know what you want from me, I don't know what you want to see. your living a fantasy. this isn't pretend this is reality.

I'm sorry I upset you, bit do I really have to choose. I know you don't want to loose, but I won't be the one who's brused. I know I was wrong but im calling you out to.

I know you made a mistake, but right now it's already to late. im not the one you should hate, we're to different people I don't think I could ever relate.