It's easier to break yourself
In tiny pieces
To show them how you suffer.
It's easier to cut your hands and
See your blood flowing out of
Your body filling the silence which is
It's easier to say goodbye,
Pretend like you don't care and
Always smile, and smile all over again
Because it is nothing that
They want to know.
It's easier to walk out the door,
Easier to disappear when
You feel nothing holding you
To anything that in the end is
Nothing at all,
Especially all of them who were
Trying to be a part of your life
Occupying your mind and heart,
Steeling what was real once inside of you
But then they were all gone.
It's easier you think but
You don't know a thing.
Nobody is going to show you the real
That you pretend.
It's easier to say but
There is the hardest out there.
To prove you wrong
When it is needless
I'm not going to.
Because there is no sense
To teach the dead to feel the life.