You ask me, why I've never said it?
Why I've never said that the words, their words, your words hurt?
Why I've never said you should stop?
I wanted to, I want to, but I can't anymore.
'Cause everyone laught when I said the truth, everyone laught when I cried.
I'll never say that it feels like everyone, every sentence, every word feels like a knife droven into my bleeding heart...
My greatest weekness is my fear to show you my wounded soul.
But you never asked me why.
You just hurt me again.
And I want to scream, want to scream, want to scream out three damn words.
STOP HURTING ME!
But I can't.
And that's okay, 'cause I found my friends letting me forget the pain for the moment and make me smile.