You knew i loved you.
You knew it had been true.
But you just couldn't take,
What i had been through.

I told you everyday.
I said what i knew you wanted to hear!
But the scars and bruises on my body,
You just couldn't help but fear.

You tried to get closer,
But then pushed away.
You couldn't take seeing my mutilation...
Well how do you think I feel everyday?

Each default on me,
Tells a different story.
No evidence, no sign,
Of how i use to be.

One dark little child now,
nothing more than a mere broken heart.
But maybe I didn't just become this way,
Yes...maybe i was broken from the start.

You didn't try to fix me,
You never helped me heal.
I blame you for how i feel,
I blame you for making me so unreal!

I gave you my all,
I put you ahead.
And now it's you to blame,
for the blood on my bed.

You ripped me to pieces,
you suffocated my lungs,
But the sad thing is...
I think I'm the lucky one.


 
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