Hurting
Hurting
Why would you tell me?
Do you think I’m strong?
Why would you tell me,
you know you were wrong.
You hurt me, you stabbed me,
maybe you don’t care,
You punched me, you kicked me,
It’s more than I can bare.
You were so pretty,
So inviting as a friend,
but now you’re beauty has cracked a little,
let’s not pretend.
