Untitled Two

I'm sick of lying
To make you happy
Making other people happy
Is killing me inside
I'm forgetting myself
In the wave of others
Again
But I can't stop
I feel good
And correct when I'm
Making other people smile
And I know that
Living vicariously isn't healthy
But I can't stop
I need someone new,
Someone who understands
I thought that could have been you
But obviously you forget
So easily, too easily
Apathy isn't my style
We can't be opposites and
Yet the same, can we
No Yes
I'm sick of lying
And no one calling my bluff
But will I stop
No, never
Because I live off of this
Silent torture
Silent happiness
Is eating away at me
And I don't know
What I'm feeling.