Yours Truly, Me.

Abandoned

Winter's come, snow is falling, temperatures drop to zero,

Talking shit about myself online, but I know that's no bueno,

Thing is, I can't help myself 'cause feeling sad's just how I roll,

Best friends turn to ex-friends and that shit's bound to take its toll,

And soon I'm bound to tumble the way these waves are rocking me,

This shit hits me harder than a punch, these folks are always socking me,

Can't enjoy myself in the present, but I'm not excited for the future,

Feels like I've been bleeding gallons, this bloody wound still needs a suture,

I just feel helpless like what's coming next just can't be stopped,

After all we've been through, you think it's best if I was dropped?

I tried so hard and did my best to calmly understand,

Just to learn that in the end I'd get the middle of your hand.