Still There

i try to make it through my life;
in my way, there's you.
i try to make it through these lies,
that's all i do.

Why would I answer a question like that?
How would it make a difference?
Why would I give you something to use against me,
When I'd only hurt more and kill my very existance?

And what if I did?
What if I still felt that way?
Maybe that's why I feel the need to bash that emotion,
Maybe that's why I still can't face you at the end of the day.

But I'll never let you know it,
I'll keep denying it even to myself.
I'm tired of being used and being broken,
I don't want to be that forgotten ragdoll on the shelf.

So afraid of chance, I find I have something to hold on to,
But I don't choose to because it'd be a waste.
I won't take up your time anymore, darling,
I'll stop trying to take up so much space.

Cause why should I hand out my heart like that,
When it only gets handed back in two?
And they ask my why I still concern myself with your happiness,
Well the truth is I never left you.

all through my wild days,
my mad existance,
i kept my promise-
don't keep your distance....