It’s funny how I almost commited suicide when I was younger
But I stopped myself because I thought about how it would hurt the people I love
Now more than half of the people I was afraid to leave behind, left me
Well it’s not very funny, more like sadly ironic
Who do I turn to?
Who can I trust?
Don’t answer that, don’t even speak
I don’t want apologizes or excuses; I know you don’t mean them
After giving my all, my everything, you turned away
So then I turned away, & was knocked down
Is that all you got?
I’ll only continue to rise again like the sun, each day
I’ll open doors for people who would slammed them in my face
Stick around until you’re sick of me
Disappear until you miss me, but you won’t really miss me