Bled

by Amber   Jan 30, 2005


I'm tired of the pounding in my head,
I'm trained from all the times I've bled,
Inside it's black, and hard to see,
Please take a look at whut you've done to me.

You've ripped me open, and torn me apart,
How many times have you broke my heart?
All the fighting has made me bled,
I still remember everything you've said.

I listen to it every night,
All the time, another fight,
Tell me one good reason why,
That you even say goodbye?

16 years I've lived this life,
Please tell me why you became his wife?
Was it worth it to take this pain?
Living 3 years being driven insane?

Do you even care that I am being broken?
This is the first time I have spoken,
You have made me out to be this way,
There, thats all I had to say!

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