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It's Never Going To Stop


It’s when I walk through the door, for those moments I feel I have nothing to live for.

You start screaming and throwing words at my face, and continue with saying that I’m a disgrace.

I go to my room to calm myself down, because that’s the only place I don’t hear a sound.

Then you bring the fight back, that’s when I wish I could get my bags and just pack.

All I’ve ever wanted was to leave this place, and never have to see your face.

I feel like no one cares, about my life, only theirs.

You make me feel like I live in a jail, I just want to get out and bail.

Because it’s never going to stop, and I’ve wanted to call the cops.

But I can’t do anything, except write my songs and sing.

There’s a never ending pain, and my teardrops are like rain.

They keep falling to the ground, but they won’t make a sound.

 

It’s never going to stop, but I’ll make it to the top.

I will be out of here one day, and you will have nothing to say.

 

You make me realize, why I am alive.

It’s not so I can take part in the latest trends, but to enjoy time with my friends.

They are all I need, honestly they help me succeed.

Unlike you they care, and they will always be there.

When I need a hand, by my side is where they stand.

All you cause me is pain and suffering, not once have you shown loving.

But it’s all okay, because one day underground is where you’ll lay.

 

It’s never going to stop, but I’ll make it to the top.

I will be out of here one day, and you will have nothing to say.

 

 

After all the times I have punched those walls, my emotions never seem to fall.

You act like nothing is wrong, but these problems are lifelong.

Every day I think about what it would be like, if I could leave or if you weren’t in my life.

Thoughts that go through my mind, are about leaving you very far behind.

I wish I had a time machine, so I could attempt to make the past clean.

But that could never happen, because that’s an impossible action.

So I guess I will have to live a life in regret, of all the things I will never forget.

 

It’s never going to stop, but I’ll make it to the top.

I will be out of here one day, and you will have nothing to say.

 

I’m never going to stop, and I’ll make it to the top.

Because I can finally see, that everything is meant to be.

And someday you will have to pay the fee, for everything you’ve done to me.

You’ve pushed me around, until I couldn’t hear a sound.

Only the sound of your scream, trying to ruin my every dream.

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