on the cold floor, sipping champagne spiked with shame
knees pressed to the tile, she finds herself to blame
she just wants to tell her side of the story
they ask "how was your day" and leave
before she opens her mouth
people say "hello"
thats not a question
everyone says "hows it going"
noone really wants to know
she just wants to tell her side of the story
her side of the story, memories unchained
she still finds herself to blame
what did you do today? i cried
why is everything your fault? im always wrong
why are you wrong? i lie
why do you lie? truth hurts, and i cant stand anything worse than this
why does truth hurt? ive been wrong before
why cant you breathe? im suffocating on pain
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Submission Name: her side of the story
