I will always be on blast,
My mistakes constantly thrown into my face,
You don't have to say it,
It's just the look you give to me,
Across the room at my party,
That lets me know that I'm trash.
I'll always be trash to you.
Something that eats me inside already,
Something that pulls me down with heavy stares,
and solid glances.
Is there something new out there,
Can I one day feel finally free,
Of the guilt,
That's plaguing me?
I feel trapped and down under,
The constant agony,
You look the other way and I'm alone but not free.
That's what's eating me,
That's what keeping me,
That's what's killing,
That's what's killing,
That's what's killing me.
