Believe

Too late to do anything,
Too far gone,
Don't worry, you didn't do anything wrong,
It was fate, destiny,
To end up this was,
So confused
So bemused,
What to do?
Who to turn to?
Anyone there?
How would I know?
If anyone did care
"Is it for attention?"
They ask themselves
"What's going on inside her head?"
"I can't understand why she's rather be dead"
"She'll get over it, it's only a phase.
Well how do you know?
I'm stuck in this daze,
I don't give a damn,
What you all think.
I'm not that girl,
All pretty in pink.
Better black,
Dead and gone,
But is death an easy way out
I'm sticking around, to see this through
Maybe I'll climb up
And say to you
Believe in me