Your voice breaks through my soul,
and reveals to me the unknown.
you tell the lies he has sewn,
but I think I've known them all along.
Its hard to think he never wanted me,
but as evidence my wounded heart still bleeds.
i just never wanted to believe,
i should have recognized what I'd seen.
He is the hardest habit I've had to break
but, i know i can if i concentrate.
this decision i wont debate
cause its so unhealthy to be in this state.
I make a plan then contemplate
but in the end I know its a waste
because ill never be whole enough for you
my wounded heart is like blood pulsing behind a bruise
hit,sore,and very scathed.
From the memories of my past. .
