People don't really like me
Its all an act its always an act
I mean how could anyone like me?
My mother didn't like me, my father didn't know me,
People only pretend to be nice to me
They know I'm smart
That I know
but they don't care
They just want to use me
Everyone wants to use me
Matt doesn't care, he never has, and never will
Mello, he doesn't pretend, he shows he hates me
that's why I consider him my friend,
Because no one else show there true colors
What there really thinking, and so I don't trust them.
This is all a game
I don't show my emotions, because that is what they want
-The fakers-
They want to use me for there own good
But I don't care anymore
Its all a game to me now
Only my toys love me, but that's not true
-Because toys cant love, they are not alive-
Maybe in the future someone wont be a faker
Maybe now that I found out L is dead
-the only nice non-faker I've ever met-
And mello is gone
Maybe when I go to the SPK next year
Maybe then I'll find someone who cares
But when I find kira, the game will end
And no one will care they will leave me
But I don't care I'm use to it, I have my toys
And my brain, I don't need them
It would just be nice…