Roses

Is it ironic the last time you felt alive You were seconds away from dying Oh, to feel again and rid yourself Of a pressure that pulls until your body gives I can imagine him whispering 'I care about how you're feeling' But he's unaware he doesn't care He likes you because you're pretty He likes you because you're there So you'll fall apart in bed with him Trading self-esteem for misery Another night of monotony This daydream cure for your disease You say you like the company but you're lonely I know it You say you like the company But you're lying