My pillows have makeup stains I've cried too many names my body's been scarred by your bruises and abusing words And you stand there and look as if I'm some kind of freak Why have you done this to me?
I cry day and night bleeding and bruised Tell myself no and still try to hate you I stand alone caught by confusion As you keep staring, driving me crazy
As if my life is just another victim to your silent doom Which it probably is as it's not just mine anymore You play with my heart as if it's your marionette You take the tears from my eyes And turn them to blood drops from my veins
You've tortured me so violently Why have you done this to me?
You've turned my will black and blue Made it harder to fight Living with you
wrought with emotion, i can feel them through the page, like bloodstains and tears written on a note you wrote but never sent. some things we can never get over or let go of, but it's alright, as long as we can find someone who understands and helps us deal with it, family, friend or otherwise
wrought with emotion, i can feel them through the page, like bloodstains and tears written on a note you wrote but never sent. some things we can never get over or let go of, but it's alright, as long as we can find someone who understands and helps us deal with it, family, friend or otherwise
~ a heartbreaking song... which is absolutely unforgettable... the agony and anguish of the narrator is almost palpable... i know someone who would relate to this song completely... brilliantly written...
pillows always seem to catch hell from our saline lamentations, and make up makes it worse. this would make a killer song with the right bridge and the right music
"Regardless of whether the answer of 'what do I mean to you' flatters me or not, such a question's only intention is merely for a shared understanding of one's place in another's life."
"If I a.. more..