Do you feel like smiling? I know I don’t.
Do you feel happy? I know I don’t.
I wonder if you do. Do you? Probably. Everything seems so perfect for you… and that’s because it is. You talk to me like I’m your friend so everyone would like you. So everyone would think your nice. Well, I’m sick of playing your stupid game. I’m sick of having everyone think your nice and I’m not. I’m sick of everyone thinking your the angel when I know the truth.
I can see you in that picture as happy as you could be, knowing that everything works out for you, that everyone adores you. But when I look at that picture I know who’s there. I know and you do too.
If you wanna play that game,I’ll play too.I can crush you, but I won’t.I’ll let you slip and fall.You might ask for me to pick you up.Will I?I don’t know.I’m not sure.I know what’s right.I know what I should do.But will I?Maybe,maybe not.If you were in my position,would you?Would you help that person up?It’s up to you.But smile,my love,I want a picture of you failing.