Lie to me,
Convince me that I've been sick forever.
And all of this,
Will make sense when I get better.
But I know the difference,
Between myself and my reflection.
I just can't help but to wonder,
Which of us do you love.
So I bleed breathe no more, by Evanescence
Im 17 but I have a very painful story. I am a sweet loving caring supportive understanding guy but some people just like hurting the nice guy sometimes...