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I hate being here in this place
You can see the sadness on my face
I wear it, it shows
Even though no one knows
I put on a smile, fake a laugh
Just to make the day last
During the day I'm all smiles and fun
But at night is when the pain comes
Why does the nicest person get broken
With just a few words spoken
It's not fair, it's not right
Hold on till daylight
Then fake the smile, fake the laugh
Hopefully this darkness doesn't last
The silly games they play
One minute they adore you
The next they push you away
Silly silly silly
Silly games they play
They can't keep their hands off you
The next they have nothing to say
Oh these silly silly silly games
Silly games they play
They get you wrapped back in
With one simple text, or kiss
Then you feel you can never win
Oh these silly silly games
Silly games they play
How can they love you one minute
Then the next youre not enough
All you can do is sit and fidget
Waiting
Hoping
That they'll stop these silly silly games they play
I wasn't supposed to be here again.
In the darkness
In the pain.
Squeezing my chest just to get it to end.
But it doesn't, does it
You told yourself.
You promised yourself.
Yet here you are.
In the darkness.
In the pain.
Waiting, praying, hoping it'll end
It started with you.
The first man who was supposed to love me
The first man I was supposed to look up to
You never showed me what love was.
Or how to know what the right man would do.
You couldn't keep your hands to yourself
You thought that was the right thing?
Then you came
My first love
You taught me that I wasn't enough
You taught me to question
You taught me to not trust
You taught me that love comes with pain
Then you
My soulmate, right?
My one. My only.
But your love came with bruises, and blood.
Your love came with screaming and anger.
Your love came with hurt.
Through the tears that fell, and the marks I covered.
I stayed. And stayed. And stayed.
And now here I am
In the darkness
In the pain
Waiting, praying it will end.
Why do I have to suffer
Why do I have to go through this
All at the hands of man
Love has taught me that it comes with a sword
A sword that stabs me over, over and over again.

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