Will I ever be able to look at you and feel nothing?
Will the fear and loathing disapate?
When will I recognise the reflection in the mirror?
How many tears must I cry before my eyes run dry?
I lock the door whether alone or not
Yet the only one I fear has a key.
I rolled up my sleeves, letting my scars show
Nothing came from goodbye, I swear you saw me cry.
Every he said she said fight
Every toss and turn that keeps me up at night

There are two sides to every story
But all they hear is your side
The story where I am the villian and you play victum.
It's so easy to blame someone who cant fight back.
I sit up in bed wasted and wounded.
Because emotions arent the only thing I keep bottled up under my bed.
I wake up to his words mocking what I thought I knew
"I love you, I need you, I'll never leave you"
I am as far away from you as possible, haven't seen you since god knows when
"I'll do anything just to make you smile"
Yet it feels like you would rather watch me bleed.
"I'll watch over you until the day I die,"
But who protects me from you and your spies?
I leave you alone, so why do you haunt me?
I stay away from your friends, cant you do the same?
You can't fix what isn't broken
All you ever did was bend my will.