Its hard to accept it,
but its the way of life.
you tell me you wanna help,
you say that i need to change.
but am i supposed to trust you?
don't you know I've been beat?
it's people like you in the past,
said they'd meet me in the middle of the street.
that they would help me,
all i had to do was meet then half way.
but that never came,
and i was left to get swept by the rain.
look at me now, I'm doing fine,
without you.
so get out of my face with all of your lies.
