I remember coming home to golden days, laying and praying hoping my fears would go away, holding back my tears to let me go astray, back in 06 when I had a passion for fashion, now 22 debating if I should be dating, last relationship sure hit me like a whip, made one mistake like bitch give me a break, she had no fucking patience on my fucking waitlist Dropped her ass like a fucking discos set, I want you to remember that everytime,they murder your pride, they only do it because their hurting inside, unhappy people always show their true colors, (together) when they try to tear down, hurt, and wound others, they got a lot of pain it’s heavy like a ball n chain, so they make fun of your looks and like to call you names, your sad about it, your mood is dark blue, but all the things they say about you just aren’t true