How can we call this love, when part of you just hates me, lost in your own Insecurities, You pick me and play me, You lied and lost control.
You turned and walked away, You saw all of my imperfections, And still decided to let me bleed.
You thought I was strong enough for you to lean on, but I was too young and you have known better.
Because of you I was afraid to trust people, I was lost and broken.
Now I'm a survivor who has learned to use the pain as fuel to my fire.
You can't get to me, for my eyes are open and I'm not blind anymore.