Used and blinded

My heart is easily hurt.
My sight is full of dirt,
blinded by all the pain,
it goes against my grain.
Standing at the outside,
giving up all my pride,
to see me crashing down,
feeling myself drown.
Looking for solid ground,
just nothing but ignorance around,
and I am so used and blinded.
It feels like I am already dead,
it’s hard to raise my voice,
when I want to stand for my choice.

So I’ll keep standing at the outside,
giving up all my pride,
keep building a wall around my heart,
have to wait for another start.
So I can put a meant smile
on my face,
than I can embrace.