Here’s something you didn’t know,
there’s a war at home.
If my walls could talk, they’d be whispering to the floor
exposing what goes on behind these closed doors.
|Use me, abuse me… I don’t mind.
Blame me, hurt me… I don’t care.
Go ahead. Hate me, despise me. I won’t budge.
For as long as I can manage to put a smile on my face,
I’ll live on.
and I’ll hold on to this smile for as long as I could
as my life surely goes on…
with or without you…
I refuse to think, feel, comment or react|
I’m sick and tired of being used; you’re not a true friend, you never were and never will be. Fuck off. I’ll be fine without you. I can make it.
