That's when I start to think
Maybe I deserved it
Maybe I still do
Maybe my being worthless
Had absolutely nothing to do with you.
And it's times like these
That it hurts the most
I remind myself to ignore these ghosts
And then I dont.
And the questions return
What if it's supposed to hurt
What if it's supposed to burn
What if I deserved these scars.
Maybe I deserve the rain
Maybe I deserve the storm
Maybe what I'm doomed to endure
Is exactly what I'm running from.
