I wonder how many times we've been here.
You keep trying to open a door you closed yourself a long time ago.

Why is it that the people closest to you
make you wanna die,
but you still love them to death,
and you still stick by their side?

I don't understand...
someone who's supposed to be supporting you since day one,
someone who's supposed to always be by your side,
someone who should never lie,
goes ahead and makes you close yourself off even more.

I'm no longer at home,
all I feel is torn.
I feel myself drifting further and further away,
with every passing day.

The more and more I realize,
the more you lie,
and the more detached I grow.

I've had to deal with my fair share of two-faced people in my life,
and you know that well.

I just never expected it to be you of all people.

I still love you though.
I guess I always will.