How many faces have you got there?

I could happily force a smile,
and talk to you like nothing happened before,

I could happily gossip with you guys,
about how bitchy she was and how much she have changed,

I could happily accept the fact that I was never much liked,
that I was just a temporary "tool" you guys needed.

I could happily think that things were just like they were before,
even though we both know that we were just faking it.

I could happily think that I won in this silent battle,
but in the end you never failed to step all over me.

I could happily think that you guys actually cared,
about the way i felt and how much you guys meant to me.

But no,


because it was never enough,

because being able to think happily and to fake it,
was never going to be enough,

because,

i'll always lose,
and she be the winner,

because,

i'm the one people do the two-face job to,
and to be convinced that they were all real,

because,

i'll never be good enough,
for anyone to be real,
to me,
to my soul,
to help heal the scars i have.

you don't know how much it hurts,
you don't know how much i hate you,
because all i do,
is happily think that i like you,
and you actually play an important role in my life
and you took me for granted.
i was used.