Texty: Cut The Shit. Harmed And Dangerous. Apart.

I can't move on with you around, ignoring my needs.
everytime i'm feeling better, you bring me disease.
just when i think everything's okay, you walk back in my life and reality slips away.
just when i'm through picking up the pieces i always fell apart.
i sit and suffer in silence, never saying a word.
i try and keep a smile on my face, while you shatter my whole fucking world!
just when i think that i've moved on , i see your face and it proves me wrong.
so i pick up the pieces one more time just to watch them fall apart