I’ve been stabbed in the back a countless number of times
And still I do not feel
Numb
I’m a fighter
And still I do not feel
Loved
I’m a fighter
By choice
Loved?
It hasn’t changed
By choice
I hate them at the same time sometimes
It hasn’t changed
Theyre still fighting
I hate them at the same time sometimes
How do I remain impartial?
Us kids being the adults
Numb
What the hell
I’ve been stabbed in the back a countless number of times