What if?

In this darkness, where no one or nothing can touch me, It might be dark & lonely, atleast I don't have to deal with the fake & phoney...Kisses & hello's that all just lead to goodbye's. Why did I let myself be fooled, I knew you were fucking around with dude....Instead of just facing the truth, I chose to bury it, now i'm lost wondering around with my temper flaring, not caring...about whats to come my way, I'm a take whatever I get, cause these pills haven me not caring or giving a fuck about the rest, I just need to rest, my mind, cause its racing all the time. How the fuck could you do this once more? I always knew you were just a whore, but fuck it why care anymore, I'm really just bored with this shit, I'm a start to resist any doubt or pain I think about conflict but again fuck it - what a rush wondering "WHAT IF"