You hate when they hear your laugh.
You always block out their fake praise.
After you sting them so it hurts,
you just walk the other way.

They only own broken things,
well isn’t that a shame.
They called it everyone’s burden,
making the air cold everyday.

So you stand tall when they’re around,
never showing them your smile
because they only deserve a frown.
It's too late to come in from the cold now.