I know where it hurts, how it hurts and how to make it stop.

Just for a moment.

I've learnt to let it go and keep my head up, cry to myself and then fall sleep with my tears dried.

I've grown in width and in pounds but my remorse has gone thinner.
But don't get me wrong,
I still hate myself.

I just know how to pretend, how to breathe and how to live with it.

I've grown used to the demons, and they can't **** me anymore.
But don't get me wrong,
That doesn't mean I can't.