Thinking to myself how things should be and wishing they were that easy.
This still silence is worse than anything you could say and im feeling uneasy.

Where do I go from here in the dark hopeless pit of sorrow and regret?
My comforter is my shield and protection and the pillow i cry on is wet.

This time I promised myself I will stand up against you, you cant push me down.
You can be hurtful and inconsiderate but something about you keeps me around.

Its taking all of the strength I have, not giving in to you and your pride.
But i'll keep my head up high and you can try, but you cant break my stride.