Keep On.

I miss being happy. I want to go home. I miss my smile.

“This would have worked on me 'bout a year ago

Saying yes, it's okay, take the blame for all you've done

But I'm sick and tired of footprints all over me

Funny how you didn't show any sympathy, it said a lot

But I've moved on, the old me's gone

But you're still trying to reel me in

Promise that won't work again

I carried all your weight

Each ounce of your mistakes

I learned the hardest ways

Some people never change

I learned to walk away

I'm finally seeing straight

You chose to stay the same

Some people never change

You got so good at playing the victim

Telling everyone I'm the problem, when I'm not”