my feelings arre there to

im not perfect
i do have feelings
every word
is another blow

to my chest
and to my heart
like a bullet
through the heart back around and through again
but you dont have a clue
because to you
its foreign

because you think your the victim
but everything you do isnt great
think about what you do before its to late

but i dont think you care
your like the sun
when someone gets to close
their burned
and pushed away
onto another
you wont trust only fake it

you lure them in
with your kindness and problems
you make them stay
and they believe
but once they see
you turn around and run again
to a paradise full off your sin

but are you the victim
is it trully you
or is it us
the people who you swear to yourself
are finnally through