I feel like I have been used
Wicked and cruel, my emotions abused.
Now, I know I have nothing to lose.
Now, a choice that I may need to choose.
Now I wipe away my tears.
Put them away in a box hidden along with my fears.
Use rubbing alcohol to eat up all the dark red blood smears.
I feel cheat and weak, I've hit rock bottom defeat.
I feel weak, I can't eat, I've dug my hole too damn deep.
Who's gonna wake me from this sleep.
I've said what I said, yet my words seem to be dead.
Though yours linger on in my head.
One day i'll be tough and tell you I've had enough.
