From this painful bliss the fact I ponder on if I could change it it is what it is I suppose
You help yourself in the beaten world The only people there are family Sometimes their not even enough to stop the thoughts of how scary growing up is
You cant trust today's society everyone says they care then few carry out a task that proves their loyalty
Strangers will creep into your heart pretending to know you pretending to relate Claims of being there for you till the end then, ****, they're gone They cowered down and flee when things get difficult
There's your heart. Sitting there bumping and thudding In a pile of blood on the cold floor that's it you've lost it all in a matter of minutes
You counted on them to take care of your battered heart Turns out were all cruel inside.