i'm almost healed over when you decide to strike again.

then suddenly the scabs are gone and the skin is raw and i could scream it hurts so bad.

i'm scrambling for help and you run to my aide once you're sure others are watching.

they don't know that you're the reason i'm crying when you play the hero.

i try to forget the best of times because it makes the worst of easier.

i don't like you anymore. it's not my fault, either.