-Maybe I'm not of use to you anymore, that's why you threw me aside and used all those lame excuses as a cover, a cover to make me believe I was at fault, causing all our fights.
They say you changed and is unbearable now that you're in authority.
-And I thought I was the one who changed and was the one causing all the hurt.
I'm hearing all these messages.
Are they true?
I'm seeing all these scenes.
Were they real?
I can't do anything for you.
And you were supposed to be my best friend.
I failed and I'm sorry.
I couldn't be there when you needed someone,
Or maybe now I realise,
It wasn't me you wanted.
It was her.
Maybe she was the only one who could kiss your pain away.
But you could at least tell me,
And not left me feeling rejected, like an old toy.
I don't wanna believe in these rumours/gossips,
I don't even know what to call it anymore.
I want to trust you,
But your actions are making me do otherwise.
Who can I trust now, when I really need some extra shoulders to share these burdens with me.
What to believe and what not?
Who to trust and who not?
One's my best friend, and the other's the truth.
It's so confusing.
I can't see anything else;
All these clouds up my mind.
I can't concentrate.
I couldn't bear to face you, yet you kept coming over,
Trying to give me some of your warmth.
The warmth that I no longer recognised.
(Is that warmth still real?)
But I have to apologise, for all I can do is return you with a cold smile.
Everyone's saying my smile is getting faker.
Why? Tell me why.
I don't know what to make of myself anymore.
You used to ask me,
Who am I?
It's my turn to throw this question back at you.
I don't know what to make of myself anymore.
I'm a robot with a heart of steel, maybe.
Maybe I've been programmed to smile when needed, frown when asked to and cry upon demand.
I don't feel anymore.
Maybe this will be better for us?
I always thought I inflicted hurt on you.
Maybe now by putting on this cheerful facade I'll do less of it.
I'll try my best.
But the question at the end of the day still remains.
Am I just another you realised you didn't need anymore in this climb of yours?
So you just decided to throw me aside and when I picked fights,
Use me as the one at fault?
I used to think I was blessed, because you trusted me enough and I was of importance that you could throw tantrums at me.
But now in retrospect, maybe I was too gullible to think this way.
Maybe yes, I was just a punching bag which read too much into things.
-Maybe I'm not of use to you anymore, that's why you threw me aside and used all those lame excuses as a cover, a cover to make me believe I was at fault, causing all our fights.
They say you changed and is unbearable now that you're in authority.
-And I thought I was the one who changed and was the one causing all the hurt.
I'm hearing all these messages.
Are they true?
I'm seeing all these scenes.
Were they real?
I can't do anything for you.
And you were supposed to be my best friend.
I failed and I'm sorry.
I couldn't be there when you needed someone,
Or maybe now I realise,
It wasn't me you wanted.
It was her.
Maybe she was the only one who could kiss your pain away.
But you could at least tell me,
And not left me feeling rejected, like an old toy.
I don't wanna believe in these rumours/gossips,
I don't even know what to call it anymore.
I want to trust you,
But your actions are making me do otherwise.
Who can I trust now, when I really need some extra shoulders to share these burdens with me.
What to believe and what not?
Who to trust and who not?
One's my best friend, and the other's the truth.
It's so confusing.
I can't see anything else;
All these clouds up my mind.
I can't concentrate.
I couldn't bear to face you, yet you kept coming over,
Trying to give me some of your warmth.
The warmth that I no longer recognised.
(Is that warmth still real?)
But I have to apologise, for all I can do is return you with a cold smile.
Everyone's saying my smile is getting faker.
Why? Tell me why.
I don't know what to make of myself anymore.
You used to ask me,
Who am I?
It's my turn to throw this question back at you.
I don't know what to make of myself anymore.
I'm a robot with a heart of steel, maybe.
Maybe I've been programmed to smile when needed, frown when asked to and cry upon demand.
I don't feel anymore.
Maybe this will be better for us?
I always thought I inflicted hurt on you.
Maybe now by putting on this cheerful facade I'll do less of it.
I'll try my best.
But the question at the end of the day still remains.
Am I just another you realised you didn't need anymore in this climb of yours?
So you just decided to throw me aside and when I picked fights,
Use me as the one at fault?
I used to think I was blessed, because you trusted me enough and I was of importance that you could throw tantrums at me.
But now in retrospect, maybe I was too gullible to think this way.
Maybe yes, I was just a punching bag which read too much into things.
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