I am just a kid fighting the world with his bare hands.
I am so choked up on the words that are spoken.
I hit you with my fist and my broken heart.
I am just not good at falling apart.
I am not very good at believing the lies.
I am not very good at following behind.
I am not very good at hiding my anger.
I am not very good at letting it out.
I am just a man broken at the knees.
I keep on punching, but I am losing my desire to bleed.
I wasn’t meant to bleed for me.
I wasn’t meant to race these dreams.
I wasn’t meant to lose sleep over hurt.
I fall with a blow to the head, it hurts worse than it sounds.
I find it hard to get back up this time.
I am just not very good at war.
I am not very good at remembering things.
I am not very good at paying attention.
I am not very good at speaking the truth.
I am just as broken as you would imagine.
I have bled my strength, there is nothing left.
I can’t fight for me, but for you it would be an honor.
If I could change a thing, I think I would have changed everything. If I could have known the truth, I would have never been with you. Twenty-five and I am so tired of this childish love, And all the pain that comes along with all its games. Seems such a waste to throw it all away, But I am who I am, like me or not, But you will never be able to change me. The world has its grips on you, And I am no way getting involved. Today could be the greatest of days, But what would you have changed? All of your wrong mistakes, your bad calls, All your fear and lies, Or are you just so selfish inside? If I could change the way we were, I think I would change everything. If I knew the absolute truth about you, I would have never even met you. Twenty-five to life with all that you did, Is this the end of love, should I give up? And here I am stuck with a broken heart, And busted up sight. These days are blurring together, And nothing seems al...
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