How can you understand me,

if you had a similar life.

Just all boys.

No girl.

How can you understand what I go through,

if you already can say you moved on?

What happened...

why did we have to have SO much in common?

Too much,

maybe?

There is never too much.

How do I handle this?

 

When are you going to pull the mask away from my face?
Crack the fake smile,
put on a real one?

When will you understand that I really can't do it alone?
That I'm scared to handle this alone.
You told me you were going to be there for me no matter what,
and now you don't even talk to me.

I don't care if I fucked up,
I really don't care about that at all.
What you don't get though,
your life may be hard.
But you can talk about what you have to go through...
I can't share that.

That's why I wish you would pull away my mask.
You're one of the only people who will understand.
One of the people who went through it, too.
You are the one who can tell me how to deal with all of it-