Used to it
I got so tired of people giving up on me
That I learned to believe in myself
Got so tired of my world falling apart
That I learned how to hold up the sky
I got so tired of the rainy days
That I taught myself to be the rainbow
So used to the hate from the world
Yet I chose to love it regardless
I got so used to the knives in my back
That I learned to call them jewelry
So used to the tears in my eyes
That I watered my own roses
I got so tired of angry words
That I stole them to write my own story
So used to the sound of broken promises
That I taught them to sing my own song
I got so used to being forgotten
That I let myself forget
My world is always changing
But I’ll get used to it
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