Why do you fight with me
when you know I'm stronger than before.
You have put a fake smile on
when I was around,
you talk so nicely to me,
but what is this?
Bullsh*!??
Just when I leave things get said
and thoughts get spread
like there's no tomorrow.
Just when you find out
I heard it all,
there's just a fake side coming out.
I want to say fu** you
to who don't understand
or get me for who I am,
but I still quiet...
taking all this sh**.
You might think I can't handle it,
but in the past I couldn't.
I was trapped,
you saw it,
you didn't care too much about it.
You locked me up,
not caring or thinking how I would feel,
but someday things will turn around on you.
I might be a good friend,
but I won't always save your a**.
So much bullsh**;
so much drama.
Can't you guys just live
a bit more alive than
thinking there's nothing to live for!
