Every word is like a dagger.
Each one delivers a painful blow.
Will I ever recover from this?
I guess I'll never know.
They tell me to get the hell out.
Just pack my bags and leave.
I want to so badly.
So much you won't believe.
But how do you run from your life?
Everything you've ever known.
That's just it, you can't.
Despite all the pain and sadness it's shown.
In the end they say they're sorry.
I forgive them, but I never truly heal.
I guarantee it will happen again.
Each time, my love for them they steal.