You don’t seem to even have to try
But if only you were in my bedroom as I cry
All you want to do is fight
But little do you know I stay up at night
Looking at my lines of scar
From when you took it too far
You told me I wasn’t good enough
As if life wasn’t already rough
You thought of yourself as perfect
I was just some ***** little insect
You asked me why I was always sad
When I told you it made you mad
You loved to beat me down
As you wore your crown
My heart is torn
Like its been stabbed by a thorn
It might have been hell
But I’m still here to tell
All the things you did to me
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
You don’t seem to even have to try
But if only you were in my bedroom as I cry
All you want to do is fight
But little do you know I stay up at night
Looking at my lines of scar
From when you took it too far
You told me I wasn’t good enough
As if life wasn’t already rough
You thought of yourself as perfect
I was just some ***** little insect
You asked me why I was always sad
When I told you it made you mad
You loved to beat me down
As you wore your crown
My heart is torn
Like its been stabbed by a thorn
It might have been hell
But I’m still here to tell
All the things you did to me