Understood
They think they understand
But they don’t know what
Living my life will demand
So used to being called a slut
Even by someone you know
You’re hurt until you can’t feel
And you just want to go
Where everything is still
Cause the whole world is your enemy so
Your run but you can’t hide the past
And you just want to die
With time going too fast
No one knows how much you lie
To protect those that you love
Trying so hard to cover up their mess
But I’m standing at the edge; all I need is one last touch
And they couldn't care less…
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