You think you're doing life right? Bending over backwards no fights. Never saying what's on your mind. You always break You know they're fake, all they do is take take take... leave you in pieces feeling too awake. But you're here again In tears again Does reciprocation exist? Or is empathy a disease? One that only brings you to your knees. I digress my mind's a mess I don't know how it works to put myself first.