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.