Why should I cry, when it was you that caused the pain,
Why should I believe, when you've lied to me over and over again?
Why should I pretend, that it won't happen again?
Why should I believe, that you love me or that your my friend?
Why do I continue to hide what you do?
{I mean the make-up-the dark shades-and the long sleeves too}.
One day I'll tell it , One day you'll see; One day I'll be strong enough to stand-up for me.
Didn't think that they would find out, Thought I hid it well.
Funny how, that from the grave...My story I did tell.
Told you, That I would fight back, said "That I would be strong enough for me".
Why did I have to die, In-order to be free?
Why??