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The Victim
what is it I'm feeling?
shouldn't ask questions
so I just keep on drinking
at times I get mad
quickly it turns into sad
hate to play the victim
instead I keep busy
taking my mind off the pain
waiting for a friend to ask if I'm ok
then realizing I'm truly forgotten
only so much a person can take
push them to the brink
(and you wonder why)
taking pride in their destruction
blacklist them to nothing
(and you wonder why)
bad things happen
deep down I feel hopeless
keeping it inside
but sometimes it seeps out
blowing up at family
they are just trying to help
confused at the wreckage
wondering if I can fix broken pieces
tired so I sleep all day
hoping to never wake
because then I'll have to face reality
only so much a person can take
push them to the brink
(and you wonder why)
taking pride in their destruction
blacklist them to nothing
(and you wonder why)
bad things happen
the worst part is
those that take joy in my hurt
like what the fuck did I ever do to you?
really though, I don't even care
because my will is dim
and the past is gone
will it ever be like it was?
saying to myself just give it time
knowing there's no healing from this
shouldn't ask questions
so I just keep on drinking
at times I get mad
quickly it turns into sad
hate to play the victim
instead I keep busy
taking my mind off the pain
waiting for a friend to ask if I'm ok
then realizing I'm truly forgotten
only so much a person can take
push them to the brink
(and you wonder why)
taking pride in their destruction
blacklist them to nothing
(and you wonder why)
bad things happen
deep down I feel hopeless
keeping it inside
but sometimes it seeps out
blowing up at family
they are just trying to help
confused at the wreckage
wondering if I can fix broken pieces
tired so I sleep all day
hoping to never wake
because then I'll have to face reality
only so much a person can take
push them to the brink
(and you wonder why)
taking pride in their destruction
blacklist them to nothing
(and you wonder why)
bad things happen
the worst part is
those that take joy in my hurt
like what the fuck did I ever do to you?
really though, I don't even care
because my will is dim
and the past is gone
will it ever be like it was?
saying to myself just give it time
knowing there's no healing from this
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