You hurt me the way I want to hurt him,
You should know I never wanted to be this way,
Turned bitter after three years of resentment and shame,
High School always starts and ends the same,
Whisper down the lane, and strip me of my name,
On the bright side,
I won't have to find places in the hallways to hide,
because this final year will be the year I don't have your schedule memorized.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
You hurt me the way I want to hurt him,
You should know I never wanted to be this way,
Turned bitter after three years of resentment and shame,
High School always starts and ends the same,
Whisper down the lane, and strip me of my name,
On the bright side,
I won't have to find places in the hallways to hide,
because this final year will be the year I don't have your schedule memorized.
