Burn The Liar

You let yourself be beaten down yet again today.
You scream at yourself, call yourself stupid again.
As if what they call you isn't enough for your broken soul,
You force more pain into the cracks, empty yourself you feel so cold.

And as you're walking back to a place you call home,
You still don't feel safe, is it even home at all?
And you're sitting in your room alone,
The tension is thick, it hangs in the air, the insecurity crawls,

It's under your skin.
You can't get rid of it.
Your soul it breaks,
It'll always take
And never give.
Maybe this is the price to live?

Cos if I were you, I'd rather get dragged down to the fires.
They'll burn you; and call you a liar,
But you'd rather feel the pain and burn away,
Rather than live another day
to get hurt over and over again.

All those names they scream, all those cuts that bleed- they'll never go away.
But you learnt that Life's a bitch,
So we deal with our problems, one of each.
We hang them, stab them, torment, forget them,
But each of them is a lesson that we'll never forget.