lately the way i’m feeling
i’m surprised i don’t hate your guts
i wonder how many years
i’ll keep thinking about you
and remembering us
while i hide my thoughts
behind this mask of “everything’s fine”
i lay awake at night alone in my bed
thinking about all the things you said
and i think of you way too much
the years pass by, my hair turning grey
and only my misery for company
it still hurts as if it just happened
i’m flinching at the sound of your name
told constantly i am no one important
and everyone i trusted betrayed me
so you see why i’m so suspicious
when told that someone loves me
a place i’ve been but never seen
and it always comes with a price
that i, suffering, alone must pay
