I started to think about life without you,
And to be honest it would be a dream come true.
Because all you bring me is toxic and headache.
I started to see the true meaning of fake.
Whenever people around I suddenly become a nobody.
Ive given to many chances I should have stopped at three.
Now Im saying goodbye,
The last straw helped me to clarify.
Where I stand in your life,
I healed from the wound you cut my back with a knife.
Living in your shadow,
People believed I lived my life according to you.
I lost my identity when they can't ask about me without bringing up you.
To feed your ego I was the girl you always had to outdo.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
I started to think about life without you,
And to be honest it would be a dream come true.
Because all you bring me is toxic and headache.
I started to see the true meaning of fake.
Whenever people around I suddenly become a nobody.
Ive given to many chances I should have stopped at three.
Now Im saying goodbye,
The last straw helped me to clarify.
Where I stand in your life,
I healed from the wound you cut my back with a knife.
Living in your shadow,
People believed I lived my life according to you.
I lost my identity when they can't ask about me without bringing up you.
To feed your ego I was the girl you always had to outdo.
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