10 March 2015


tell me I'm wrong
I'll show you I'm right
I'm tired of crying
I will win this fight
You tell me it was fake
It's all in my head
But I know it was real
Dreams of being dead
your games are torture
disguised as love
I fall every time
from your silent shove
I was so little and innocent
but you left me out to dry
and so to this day
I still will cry
but because we are family
I am supposed to sit and smile
behind your fake love
you really are quite vile

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