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It needs some more work though. But I'll do that later. blaugh



What was I thinking when you took my hand
No matter what happens my tears could never really go away
The closet makes me feel pretty safe anyway
I wish there was a way to get a way to get away
I cut my arms wishing they would fall apart
So I could just depart
And let my heart bleed apart
You then touch me and I begin to see
Only three years until I can be free
And let this all be history

But no matter how hard I try to dream
He will never just let me be
Will this ever be history
Before I give in and become history?
Will I have a future away from grief
Will all this pain and misery go away and have it's time to end?
Where you really my friend
You tore me apart when you slit open your heart
You made me fall apart
Your words kept me safe from his black heart
You where my angel with bloody arms
And a broken heart
Did she send you to keep me safe
From his devilish grip

Who am I kidding anyway
You will leave me like everyone else did
If I said that would be the first time
That would truly be a lie
You cannot blame me for not trusting you
I want to cry just thinking of these words
But nothing hurts more than thinking I may be alone

As my mother gets home
I don't even bother complaining anymore
He will always be there
Why can't he be like all my friend's
And leave me at my first sign of misery
But just the thought of you makes me happy
And if only for a little bit I can be free
Before I know it, this will all be history
I won't have to run away, but I will be free
And before I know it, there will be just you and me