You don't see the pain.
You don't see the damage.
You just don't see how broken I really am.
Traumatized...
That don't begin to describe what I feel.
That don't describe how shattered my heart is.
You don't really care either.
You just care about what you want.
How you feel.
I'm supposed to care about your feelings...
But when did you care when we were together?
How many times did I beg you to do better?
To leave drugs alone?
To treat me better?
How many times did I keep going back to you?
Giving you chance after chance after chance?
You can't be mad at me for being cold.
For being distant with you...
I won't claim to be perfect.
I won't say that I didn't do no petty shit to you.
I won't lie like that.
But you broke me.
I'm not gonna apologize for being cold
and distant with you,
Cuz after everything... You can't blame me.
Blame Is Not An Issue
With drugs, causation factors are eaten, aftermaths senseless. Move on. ~S~