Paper Faces

My best-friend today told me that I'm an asshole
He was one of the few people I still trust
I have even fallen in love with his mystery it blinds the hurt
Why I still trust him to this very minute, I don't know why

Someone who I started to call my family, she's been talking about me
Things I never thought I would hear her say things
That I let people walk over me and that I'm pathetic
Why I still consider her family, I don't know why

My stepmom is mentally abusive and likes to beat me up about things
I didn't tell her good-morning and it turns into a full fledge fight
We don't communicate for at least 10 minutes she gets butt hurt and I pay the price
Why I don't stand up for myself, I don't know why

People are fake every second of everyday
No one is true to their own words not even life
They like to tell lies and speak the unforgettable
While I still smile and pretend I didn't hear anything