How does it feel to know?

How does it feel to know
That every secret you tell someone
Is most likely going to get told to someone else,
And you're never going to know.
That things that appear too good to be true
Usually are, and if you accept them
Then you're going to fall
And not be able to pick yourself up.
And sweetheart, how does it feel to know
That people are lying to you, right this second,
And they're using you to get what they want
But it's up to you to figure it out before you get hurt.
How does it feel to wake up in the morning
And wish you could curl up, and back in to bed
And stay there forever, because maybe, just maybe
It might stop the hurt.
You struggle through your schoolwork
Trying as hard as is possible for you
At this moment, and pulling off
70s, maybe lower, and having to be proud
Because that's the best you can do
When a million other thoughts are running through your head
And you can't shut them out, but you must face them
With the courage, of the soul inside you
The soul you don't have.
How does it feel sweetheart,
To know that it already happened?
To know that it's all true.