What’s the use of telling you?
I won’t beg for being comforted
I hate selling my emotions
I’m stingy with happiness
Words I hate more than “you pay” is “have strength”
Alcohol, people, everything
I get drunk easily and have messy endings
I get mad easily and ruin the fun
Even when it seems like I’m so happy

I end things as if I hate it so much, I could kill
I’m still perfectly breathing after the break up anyway
So don’t do the thing that kills and buries the heart
Don’t ask me if I’m alright
What I want is the indifference that resembles me
The whole world is acting so damn dramatic
There’s no use in keeping track of love, it’s just instinct
It’s funny, what separates humans from beasts
What turns humans into beasts

It’s different this time
I deceive myself every time
But without fail
Like always
It will come to an end
Am I really in love?
Or am I dating to break up?
Once again, it comes to me
An easy ending

Words I say to a broken mirror
Every time I difficultly start dating
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