was this all a trick
simply another cruel joke
these thoughts they make me sick
and on my words i choke

I cannot imagine a life 
without these feelings inside me
it's as if i slipped and fell on a knife
the pain sharp as it could ever be

relax you say 
breathe with a steady pace
it does not matter, at the end of the day
I will be no better than second place

never good enough for you
laughing at my own lack of sense
with me what would you ever do
the boy who is forever tense

the boy who wants you to be smiling
who will gladly suffer pain
whose emotions just keep piling
but no more of your feelings will he gain