Hurt No More

Don’t wanna hurt no more.

I go to work but what for.

My time to them means more.

I’m like an open door where every things free inside the store.

Don’t wanna see you cry.

If I do I wipe your eyes. I’m tired of telling lies.

My disguise is my demise.

Still rocking like a boat.

Barely I stay a float.

I try and cope with dope.

For a second all my problems microscope