i am, a hypocrite, i tell you to open up and talk so i can hold you when it gets hard.
but when it gets hard for me, i shut myself out and no longer speak.
i am, a hypocrite, for wanting you to tell me what's wrong,
when i can't tell you what's right.
i am, a hypocrite, for wanting you to stay, when i tried to take my life.
i am, a hypocrite, for telling you to stay strong, that things will look up soon..
that you should prolong..
when i've done worse, i think things that hurt, my soul is weak and hands are cold.
from my heart i bleed, a million words--but when you ask, i can't say because i'm scared that your brain will decay...
that these thoughts, will only pressure you and these words will only bring pain...
i am a hypocrite, for saying that you're mean,
but really, you're just reality.