Well, the above statement is certainly true.
I walked away, I was called a bitch.
I bite my tongue until I was sure it would bleed,
she thought I spoke her name.
I try to be there for you,
I get shut out on the front step.
You tell me your problems,
when its convenient for you.
I'm moving away,
I'm moving away from all of you.
I toss and turn at night, because I can't let myself fall into the everlasting nightmare that when I wake up, everything will be the same.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words they surely kill."
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