I Was Hurt

In the end I was hurt
I was hurt by the lies and all the compromises you've made with yourself
No expression on my face, pale as snow on a cloudy day
Are you talking to me like you're talking to everyone else?
We share the same blood, just my drop seems to fall
I don't need a good friend, I just need a good slap when I'm wrong

Failing I try to let in all my screams in your ears
but they're locked, I am stuck. There's cement on my tongue
I don't stare at you with anger in your actions but with vain compassion
There's a pillow over there, you got time to cry with me?
I might change my own slip so nobody will see it was wet, again

I have this flash of when I was 8
where we started counting the stars on dark bedroom walls
The real best time we had and the worst one for me 'cause it was your last day at home
Now, I'm almost 23 and I have no clue how life was supposed to be
I am afraid to count the days that are dead

In the end of all I was hurt
(In the end I've always been hurt)