I told him I'd treat him like a queen treats her king
And that I'd give him my any and everything
But then I guess he hated having someone that would treat him right
Because he turned around, walked out the door and said goodbye
I can't explain how broken I felt and trust me it wasn't his fault, I just wondered what was so wrong with me that everyone leaves.
Maybe it's the flesh on my hips or the cracks on my soul, or maybe it's the scars beneath my sleeves.
I don't know the reason and I probably never will
But some warning would be nice, a little note before my soul you kill
And please just remember that when you leave me you leave with a piece of my heart
Remember that I feel every bruise and every mark
So next time you ask, no I'm not okay
I'm just trying to get through everyday
But the pain can be so blinding, hiding what's left of me
The pain can be so toxic that it kills what's left of me.
The pain stops being just emotional and it leaks into my soul
It affects me and that's me as a whole
So that's why I can't trust you, that's why I'm kind of an introvert
It's because the pain was too much to handle, so real that it hurt.
