by Ella Viaja
What I've learned because of you.
|I know I'm slipping on dry ground.
Mistakes come back around.
I know I'll never save myself,
from the hands of someone else.
I know I always seem to stumble,
and pretty soon will crumble.
Because things may never change,
and I'll be stuck with all this pain.
I know I'm slowly starting to drown,
because my hands are tightly bound.
And while the truth is sinking in,
my body's weighted by the sin.
I know I caused pain by what I said.
Though justified in my head.
I know that hate is strong,
whether right or wrong.
Maybe I can't trust what I know,
because everything is for show.
I know I have to make a choice,
to find a stronger voice.
To tell you how I feel,
and make myself seem real.