****** it up
done ****** it up
i'd ask you to say sorry
but i've heard enough
i'd ask for comfort
but comfort isn't love
and you ****** it up
you hurt me and that's the last
time i will let you in no matter
how many times you ask
have to focus on my future
let go of my past
so if you try to approach me
understand why i'm gonna
have to pass
because i don't need the drama
or the lies
or the tears
find a place to go
cause i don't want you here
i was so ******* generous
but i've had it up to here
i can't keep asking myself
the same questions
in the mirror
like if you really loved me
or were you just pulling strings
was it something i did?
say?
think?
is there something wrong with me?
maybe if i changed this
you would think i was ****
oh
the ways you made me feel were so unhealthy
made me hate myself
for not living your lie
for not being able to satisfy
for being hurt
for wanting to cry
i hated everything that made me doubt you disguise
like those times at night
when i couldn't breathe
even though you were right next me
when i'd look at you
but you'd look through me
or when you held me
but i still felt empty
those were the signs
so blatant and twisted
too bent
they hurt to know
so i ignored them
but i now know better
than to do that again