The scars are growing deep,
A cut lip - I can hardly speak,
And since these fights I never seem,
To get to sleep.
Biting back on my tongue,
Restraints on my wrists come undone,
Holding it all inside,
Wasn't any fun.
I guess that that's life - alright,
Clutching that knife - each night,
Thinking I've lost too much blood,
From your fists, I've lost enough.
Each cloud has a silver lining,
Though it's night, the sun's still shining,
Why add more to the pain,
But cutting once again?
Without us trading blows,
I might be fine, we'll never know,
Cos you just won't,
Seem to, let it go.
Your hands around my throat,
As from my tears I slowly choke,
From this nightmare,
I have awoke...
I guess that that's life - alright,
Clutching that knife - each night,
And throwing it back at the door,
I won't bleed anymore.
Each cloud has a silver lining,
Though it's night, the sun's still shining,
And that's the thing, nothing,
Is gonna stop me.
The bruises on my leg,
The scratches that you left,
The times I regret,
Loosing my head,
Should've thought,
Through before,
I would fall,
To the floor,
Back on my feet,
Now I'm ready,
This is my shot I won't waste it,
It's all I got so I gotta take it.
Without us trading blows,
I could have stayed at home,
With you and mum,
But it wont change until you know,
Who you've become...
