• You don't even have 2 hit me 2 have hurt me so bad,
    I try 2 leave but it makes me so sad.
    So I stay and die inside
    just trying 2 survive the ride.
    But I pull through trying not 2 wallow
    but self-pity is a hard pill 2 swallow.
    I make it out alive,
    just in time.
    Just in time 2 salvage what's left of my soul,
    I am whole.