Nothing at all

Trustful wings I bear,
with deep resent as to why I cared.
You didn't that's for sure,
and to this pain,
I have no cure.

What kind of friend am I?
I ask myself...
but now the answer I've got.
I'm a wonderful friend,
and I have no doubt...
It's you...
You are not.

Backstabbed and broken,
again and again.
Like the sand along the beach.
Each wave that hits,
and each drop of the rain,
pulls a part of me,
a part of the sand...
Far away,
away from land.

Again I build up trying not to break down,
so hard I try,
not to cry.
Like a coral I am,
which looks beautiful and strong...
but deep inside I 'm merely clam.

Opened up and torn apart,
and eaten like dinner.
And every day a piece of my heart,
is stolen by a different so called "winner".

But I hold firm my dear,
I won't break down.
Not her not now,
because these people would give anything to see me frown.

I won't let these tears fall,
I won't let these tears fall to the ground.
Because compared to my wounds this is nothing at all,
For quite while I've been around.

I won't let this memory haunt,
and I won't let these tears fall.
Because it's what you want,
But my friend,
compared to my wounds they are nothing at all.