Thoughts of suicide run through my head constantly.
But i never go through with it i will never give you
the time of day.
Well, what could i say?
I guess I'm a strong person after all.
I was just a little girl when witness all i did.
How can you do this to your own kid?
That was a question on mind all the time.
I cry & cry when see my mothers face full fear:
From the thought that your near.
I can't believe you laid a hand on her, the bruises the scars.
While you were running up and down bars.
Now I'm the girl with the broken smile.
The broken promises & dreams.
Huh before you judge: not everything is what it seems.
