Sometimes the hardest part of healing isn't accepting that things have changed, but realizing that someone expects you to move on as if the damage was never done. This track captures that silent friction between forced forgiveness and raw emotional truth—a moment of standing still in the storm while the world around you demands a smile __________________________________________________________________________ ꧁🌹༒ G R O W ༒🌹꧂ Look you Look you at us now Stuck in feeling raw I know I won't just forget Every word that you said It is breaking my peace It is stealing my sleep You claim You claim you have changed And that we should turn the page So why are you demanding a smile? Like I wasn't hurt for a while? Were your promises fake? Why were you hugging her? And the wound is so deep And you think that I'm weak You are asking for something I can't do Will you tell me that you grew? Are you changed, or is that a lie too? Will you tell me that you grew? Oh, I built all my trust on you Thought that nothing could break our bond I was wrong, I was wrong How can How can you just deny All the feelings you hid Things wouldn't be so confused And I wouldn't feel so used But you speak like a saint Who did no wrong thing And the wound is so deep And you think that I'm weak You are asking for something I can't do Will you tell me that you grew? Are you changed, or is that a lie too? Will you tell me that you grew? And the wound is so deep And you think that I'm weak You are asking for something I can't do Will you tell me that you grew? Are you changed, or is that a lie too? Will you tell me that you grew? You think that I'm weak You are asking for something I can't do Will you tell me that you grew? Are you changed, or is that a lie too? Will you tell me that you grew? Won't grow, won't grow... Don't ask, won't grow on me... From a long hurt... From a long hurt, hurt... That's it, now, it's broken... The fake smile... The cold stance... The dark room... The sharp word, the deep stain... The quick lie, the hard truth... They're all asking... They're all preaching... The quiet dies... The wound burns... No one grows here... No one grows here, no...
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