She was the girl. The girl raised in pain.
I held her hand, but I carried the blame.

I say let me go. She says just give me a chance.
She says go away, and holds her stance.

I will never be aware if she's truly there.
Maybe it will never be fair and words would evaporate in the air.

Does she want my attention or me?
Things aren't always taken lightly.

I try to be who I am.
In the end it's not enough.

By now my emotions jaded.
It's so complicated with this love that's faded.

I try so hard to do what she wishes.
It still doesn't matter because I'm left with no kisses.

You come back for me.
But then you'll turn around, and run away.
It's just a repetitive cycle.
Now I'm breaking it, so don't expect me to stay.