Wounded

My eyes tell stories

I'll never recite

Look inside my eyes

I’m wounded, wounded, wounded

They think I’m fine

But I can’t do this, do this, do this

The pain deep inside my eyes

Tells stories that I can’t recite

They think I’m fine

But I might lose it, lose it, lose it

I tried to move on, I tried to replace

Changed patterns

Stopped eating at our favorite place

I’m in a dangerous cycle

Of self loathing and hate

I wanna sleep, but when I do

I fucking see yo face

Reliving past times is how I pass time

Oh, you say you sorry?

Bitch, that’s what you said the last time

I thought we were a fairytale, the story ended

Then you sold it back to me

And tried to paint me as the bad guy

Don’t try to act like you ain't take me for granted

After months of taking care of you

Repairing your damage

I spent time, money

You were taking advantage

And then you came up with some bullshit

And you totally vanished

Fuck

Just 'cause I’m a man

That doesn’t mean that I cannot cry

And just because they love you

Doesn’t mean that they will not lie

People change and grow apart

I know we cut ties

But sometimes I still wonder how you did it

And I ask why

Look inside my eyes

I’m wounded, wounded, wounded

They think I’m fine

But I can’t do this, do this, do this

The pain deep inside my eyes

Tells stories that I can’t recite

They think I’m fine

But I might lose it, lose it, lose it

Every knife is a sword fight

And every thought is a war

And every mirror holds reflection

Of a battle that I’m not winning anymore

I took that knife from my back

And I put that knife in my fist

I took that knife from my fist

And I put that knife to my wrist

I ain’t never been good at love

But fuck it I’ll take a stab at it

Just got a bad habit

Of letting people close to me

That ain’t supposed to be

But supposedly you changed

But I don’t feel the same

And you should feel ashamed

But the truth still remains that I’m wounded

You think I’m fine

But I can’t do this

No

Look inside my eyes

I’m wounded, wounded, wounded

They think I’m fine

But I can’t do this, do this, do this

The pain deep inside my eyes

Tells stories that I can’t recite

They think I’m fine

But I might lose it, lose it, lose it