Most times it feels like a slap in the face,
Or like bloods filling my mouth with a terrible taste,
Can’t you just say that it’s good for once,
And not turn around putting salt in my cuts,
I’ve never heard that come from your mouth at all,
Instead it’s like you try to make me fall,
But I hold on anyway to your string,
Until you done with me and throw me away with Brocken wings,
Even then I still hang on,
Hoping you’ll take me back so I can sing my song,
Yet the song I sing although you like,
You’d never admit it no matter the sight,
You’d throw me away again with your string,
Nothing left of my Brocken wings,
Yet I keep coming back to you I’m not sure why,
And you’ll take me back again though you act out a sigh,
In reality you need me and I know it’s true,
That’s why I keep coming back to you,
But every since we met I’ve wanted you to say,
That you thought what I did was good no matter the way,
But that’s not you because you can’t even win,
Just because you refuse to even say I’m your best friend