are we growing up or just going down?

you're only as good as they tell you (which is never good enough). you shake but not cause you're cold or nervous but because you're alone. you're always alone but its okay 'cause "nothing else matters"/we're such great pretenders. love is just another wish to put on the shelf, you always look so much better next to someone else. i know i could never make you love me but maybe i can at least crack a smile.