I’m sorry
It's the losing words,
I give up and don’t want to fight.
I can’t take seeing mad faces so I lay myself down to get walked over.
After a while, I got used to it.
I learned how to hide my emotions
Behind a locked door that will never open.
Try all you got and see that it will never move
Not even an inch.
If I hit the floor, I can't go lower.