I can't pretend with you anymore
these bruises are becoming harder to ignore
we put on a show for all to see
our fake smiles mask the misery
they all think we're meant to be
but in reality we're just drowning
in this deep dark sea
this hatred it runs deep
resentment is what we keep
Bereavement is what we seek
Our passion has faded
Im sorry to say it
But were never gonna make it
Cause I cant Stand the Way you sound
When You say you hate me
And You just make me wanna fake it
Im tired of this fake ****
Go ahead and raise your fists
Try and take one more hit
Keep calling me a b!tch
But at least im not the dead beat piece of ****

Fuc*k you

Very deep and well expressed. Man, who hasn't been down that road before? I am sure there have been a few that have (including myself).