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Jail Of Emotions
I learned to like you as I rode my bike.
Didn't know it will turn into an emotional fight.
I thought to myself, ""Maybe he loves me."".
And then I started to cry. ""Lies,he's telling lies!"",
I said as I tried not to cry.
Emotional support is something he never tried to give.
And now it's making it really hard to live.
Even the lightest stab can make me want to die.
Afterwards, I struggle to feel emotion. It's like I am stuck,
Frozen in time. To the past,i can't even say goodbye.
It made a large hole in my heart. Nothing can fill my broken heart.
To think I was ashamed of who I never was.
What is making me feel like that is my past.
Betrayal is something I couldn't go past.
Now all that is left is a broken smile.
Smile and pretend I'm happy to make it worthwhile.
I don't want to make anyone worry with my problems.
I don't want to be center of attention in a crowd.
I want to feel happy,loved and safe.
I'm in a dark place,you could say.
I haven't gotten out of here in days.
I couldn't even count the days i was in this place.
Was it years,months or days?
It seems I don't belong in this place I call home.
I guess I will be all alone.
Didn't know it will turn into an emotional fight.
I thought to myself, ""Maybe he loves me."".
And then I started to cry. ""Lies,he's telling lies!"",
I said as I tried not to cry.
Emotional support is something he never tried to give.
And now it's making it really hard to live.
Even the lightest stab can make me want to die.
Afterwards, I struggle to feel emotion. It's like I am stuck,
Frozen in time. To the past,i can't even say goodbye.
It made a large hole in my heart. Nothing can fill my broken heart.
To think I was ashamed of who I never was.
What is making me feel like that is my past.
Betrayal is something I couldn't go past.
Now all that is left is a broken smile.
Smile and pretend I'm happy to make it worthwhile.
I don't want to make anyone worry with my problems.
I don't want to be center of attention in a crowd.
I want to feel happy,loved and safe.
I'm in a dark place,you could say.
I haven't gotten out of here in days.
I couldn't even count the days i was in this place.
Was it years,months or days?
It seems I don't belong in this place I call home.
I guess I will be all alone.
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