I think I put back on the mask
that covers my feelings like a cast
that no one should ever know my past
or my future which the die hasn't cast

I think of pain I try to escape
I think of all the times my heart had to break
I think of all the hurt I've had to take
I wonder why do I hide my scars

I guessed I'm like a puppy that's been kicked,
******* the outside but soft like an old man's Dxck
Or maybe even a glutton for punishment

because I keep getting stabbed again and again like practice dummy or a much too trusting friend
I wonder.. when will this rain ever end
am I going to see the rainbow? or do I not see that magical light bend

I know Life can kick us around
but **** it my pride is already in the ground
My feelings are numb, what more can you take
just give me something to hold onto?
I won't trade it away....