Rehearsed

The words you came up with
My sentence to your conditions
Terms of which I must live my life
I once was caught up in this never ending fight

Its the thought that emerges
No one will ever love the unloved
For I am always below the standard
Acceptance is a fallacy rehearsed for me

Before everyone came clean
I was feeling alright most nights
But now my eyes have changed
I see through tinted lenses of truth
Towards those who've made such claims

Its the thought that emerges
No one will ever love the unloved
No one ever stepped it up
For I am always below the standard
Acceptance is a fallacy rehearsed for me

Now I walk on knowing I'm unknown
The way I move myself now
Is against those I was once becoming
But now I mean nothing to their lives

Why rob me of my only days
I'll never forget the terms of a better life
I once lived for which never made me happier
Please forget and arrive in the future by your own ways

The methods of supposed friends
Are meaningless for they are against change
Exist until the ends of days the same
It can't be so much better on your own path
Even harder for those who forever remember
The terms and conditions that once held their days
In checkmate to an acceptance that never came