You've said it so many times,
in that span of three hours.
You said we've got to talk.
I listened, you yelled.
I cried, you didn't hear.

You truly never have.

I've got so many problems,
In my eyes you're a saint.
I thought you'd feel the same, so I let out the real.
The inside.
Behind the mask.

It scared you.
It hurt you.
That's why you hurt me?

I'm messed up, I've got problems.
I agree with what you said.

I just have to say.

It's not always the good times transcending the bad.
It's the hurtful times that stay inside.