I've been hurt before
another scratch won't hurt me anymore
I may have lost a battle, it left me agognizing on the floor,
I am bleeding, and crying, and weak, but I know I haven't lost a war.
What did I do to deserve this. I'm a good person, never hurt a fly.
The world is cruel, leaves me here to die.
I have 3 friends, probably none of them are real,
who will help me overcome this?
If you find a solution, poke me with a stick. I'll be curled on the floor,
Crying all my tears.
But the pain won't go away, it stays in the heart.
I tell you I don't care, but it trepassed me like a dart.
It hurts, it hurts so bad. It feels like you betrayed me
after you called me, a work of art.