I thought i was doing the right thing with going back and not running away from the problem
but when i returned nothing was different, i tried to ignore you but you were still there
your words became even more hurtful and i started to fade again and let you walk all over me
people began to notice what you were doing and saw how much it was tearing me apart
they knew how bad he was and that he was never any good for me they stood behind me
he'd call me a b**** the girls would slap that grin right off his face and left him speechless
he'd hit me and the boys knocked him down so he knew what it felt like to be knocked down
i thought he might have got the picutre but he just came back for more and didnt stop
one day he took it too far and i couldnt get up, it felt like it was all over
then i looked up and saw the people that brought me back, the ones who helped me up
they picked me up after i fell and they helped me realise that it was ok and i was ok
i realised they were right, i had my friends and no longer did i need him
he was shipped out of my mind, heart and soul and most of all my life!
