I close the door,
I run away,
I turn it off,
It's all the same.

It doesn’t matter,
Nothing changed,
Nothings real,
It’s all just fake.

I laugh it off,
I laugh it out,
At least I try,
It hurts to shout.

It hurts to talk,
It kills to say,
All the those words,
You refuse to say.

But it’s my choice,
It's my own strife,
My own devastation,
My damn life.