I let them walk all over me.. and take all my stuff
Take the very last of me..
But still it wasn't enough
Every chance they get they take and take
They ain't really my friends
As they think I'm fake
They think I'm pathetic and quiet sad
Sitting cutting and popping pills
Well actually they are making me very mad
They don't have a clue what is real
They think i like the attention
But the cuts just make it easier for me to feel
Simple things like credit.. they like to use
But i work hard for my money
They don't see me.. they just abuse
They don't know the life i lead
Or my dark past
I wish they could open their eyes and see
Why did they use me again and again
Like an old tea bag
But still they call me a friend
I know their game... i know what they think
They made me close up to this world
A broken part in the social link
I always found it hard to place myself
And find somewhere i belong
Now it has blown up.. i now need help
You think I'm fake, selfish and pathetic
But i gave you everything.. that you took
How am i the one who is f/uking dramatic
