Breakfree

Emptiness, sadness-are the things I want to erase from myself.

Breakfree is what you call it. 

"I know how you feel" fucking that. 

You just wanted to stop me from lending your shoulder. 

Trying not to care

Trying not to be offended

Trying not to cry

How I tried so hard-it's making me feel suffostacated

Whatever I do is always wrong

Trying to defend my loved one

But all I get is curses 

Trying to be a better me

But people would always condemned 

Fuck you all bitches and douche bags

I picked up every bits and pieces that was left of me and rise.

And no, I dont care if you dont like it when I curse. 

Because I just dont give a damn.