they say silence
speaks louder than words
and now i understand
because every time
i reach out to you
i'm suffocated by the silence

you don't want me anymore
and maybe you never did anyway
but sometimes i wish
you'd say a word
you'd tell me you never felt the same

'cause this confusion is slowly
driving me insane

and i'm scared

i've got a habit
of wanting those i cannot have
so the more you run away
the harder i try to chase

i know i'm fucked up
i know that's why nobody loves me
i know i'm selfish
i pretend i want to save people
but i only really want them to save me

the idea of making people happy
the thought that it's all because of me
makes me feel somewhat powerful

in the end, i'm just a fake