Lies hold some truth, but are you ready to hear it?
I'm ready to tell you, but can you handle it?
Enough with the act, are you sure you understand?
Since that day you walked out you've missed it all.
Holding guilt close to my heart,
Opening doorways only to find nothing left,
Letting people walk all over me,
Doing things that you'll never know.
So, now are you sure want to hear more?
Obviously you don't understand the meaning of hurt, but
My experience of being hurt can teach you a meaning,
Enough with my facade of pretending to be strong.
The pain is taking over what's left of me,
Ruining my self-confidence,
Using me just like a sheet of paper,
Time will always be the enemy, and
Hurt is just a word to you, but to me it's everything.
