bullshitz

Who am I to pretend to be happy?
And who am I to say I'm fine,
even though I could cry whole the time?

Who am I to pretend to have fun?
And who am I to fake that smile,
even though they could die any time?

And who am I to call myself a "best friend"
even though I turn my back to her again,
to prevent all that has happened

And who am I to let me call a "best friend",
When there is nothing I do and nothing I did,
should've prevented this shit

I don't wanna live like this anymore,
I never knew how good everything was before,
I'm wishing it back,
all that I had

Who am I to say: I understand,
even though I've never been through it myself?
Ain't I allowed to help?