My skin, It doesn’t fit right over my bones
Why, why do I always feel alone?
Even in a crowded room
Or with my friends, they assume I am just quiet.
I used to be loud, now I just hide
I used to look up at the sky in amazement
Now I look up and wonder when the innocence ended.
I thought that when I was older I would be mended
I guess not. Cause here I am today, and nothing at all has changed.
What happened to the pretty flowers and the bright blue skies?
A house cannot be built on sand and a family can't stand on lies.
I guess I was too young but now I know.
The people i thought to be so close
They hold nothing but disdain.
I think i'm starting to feel faint.
I know that i am no saint but growing up well growing up is nothing but pain
It is like a giant stain on my back but the stain is my own blood that soaks the knife that you hold.
It is a story that has yet to be told.
The way you sold my love like an old rusting truck.
God you ****.
Why am I like this? Why was I so trusting?
I let you in, I let you in my home and now you have left me in this house all alone.
I can't make my skin fit over my bones but what i can do is i can throw the stones.
I learned from the best.
Change is the best revenge.