Jaded
You stand corrected. Still you try to run your worthless mouth.
Telling me that I am the one who is fake, the one who is wrong. Well, I have some news for you, I don’t care.
Nothing you can say to me will make me go away, stop doing what I am doing, becoming who I want to become! Take your words, shove them right back down your throat. I don’t need to hear it, it only adds fuel to the fire that you can’t contain.
The truth hurts doesn’t it? It’s funny actually, how you thought you could tear me apart with what you say, when in reality you were only hurting yourself.
You are in a cage of your own lies, on display for the whole world to see.
You can’t hide.
I had the strength to fight back, to prove who I am. To prove the things I say and believe. Does that surprise you the most? I had the mind to move on from the shit, to push forward and forget what is behind.
This is who I am!
I know what’s right and what is wrong, so I ask..
Something on your mind?
Confessions don’t come cheap.
And now that I am gone, you come to me and say sorry. Something goes wrong, you want to be there for me, to help me…well
Save your sympathy.
I’ll go on alone.
