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it's not an accusation, i freeze when i see you and i can still feel
you breath
you say i spread lies for attention as you play victim
their minds set on who to believe
i can't sit here pitied and self absorbed
but i can't scrub this scent clean
i've tried before adn i'm sure i can't explain in words
or thoughts the way i've kicked and fought
and fought myself to be sane to come clean and
begin at last again
sure i could give up and those i praise
woudln't give a fuck
so much for friends, so much for feelings now
why don't you spit in my face
for bringing shame to your name
you and i know for sure
behind closed doors