The End

The End I pretended to be strong when i was weak I pretended to be okay when i was wounded I pretended to attack you so that i could defend myself So that i could hide myself I built an army of scarecrows and pretended that i was armed And now I look back I was so caught in pretending that i had forgotten how to be me But now It’s too late to turn back It’s too late to regret It’s too late to fix things Because I feel that I know that The end is coming