i was never one to win but that  doesn't mean i'd lose
i was never one to get hurt but that doesn't mean i'm not bruised

they say time heals all wounds
thats a lie
because i have mental cuts that run so deep
pain full bruises
make it hard to breath
time hasn't helped me

were playing tag
having fun
were screaming
but were smiling
were laughing so much
that were crying
"tag your it"!

but then they grew older
we went our separate ways
i thought we were best friends forever
but things changed
i couldn't let go

"i'm not playing!"
"get out lets have some fun"!
"you'll never leave again
once i'm done"!
she wasn't smiling anymore
and i was laughing so much
she was crying
but then they stopped
i was crying

"tag .. your it...."

sometimes
we use confusion
as an illusion
to hide our self from what really there
"if i dont know what it is then i dont care"
"if i dont understand they'll stop asking"
but does it really help to hide
or does it make the problem worse

i miss when was younger
when life still had the childish spark
when the only thing i needed to fear was the dark
but now life has lost that  nostalgic feel
in-fact it almost seems unreal
now the toy i used to play
will sit alone to rot away
the laughter is now replaced with screaming
and the smiles are no longer beaming
growing up what a waste

feels like life’s on pause
existence is buffering
alone with my thoughts
there words of my suffering

don't know how i let it get this far.
locked my emotions up in jar
and now breaking  free
now there braking me
but happy's all you get to see.