I suppose it's because I'm used to it.
Maybe it's because I've lived like this for so long that I don't find it to be a problem,
but why is it that whenever I sink into my "moods" I feel like my skin is tearing itself off of me and everything feels most painful,
Why is it that I'll cry for hours on end, with my heart exploding and splitting in half;
I suppose that I'm lying to myself,
I suppose I find repose in being alone,
but that's another lie I'll tell myself and making fake friends makes me feel more alone than usually thought possible.
I'm ready to feel hurt by a new friend I've made,
They told me they'll stick with me.
But I've heard that so many times
but this time it means so much to me.
I'm afraid I'm going to get hurt again.
But I guess it's fine.
I'll ignore the warning signs and blind myself from the fire.
I'll get hurt again, and that's fine, I'm used to it.