Like the bottom of a working mans foot
all calloused and sore
is my blackened heart
all tattered and torn
the wall that holds me from escaping
from the deadness inside
is thick and embracing
i may try but i will never succeed
i can run but i can never hide
from the hurtful words
tormenting me inside
the crimson tears that stream down my face day upon night
the blood that seeps out from within me
i bleed for all those that i have hurt
a past full of regrets isn't exactly what i dreamed of growing up
life threw it's obstacles at me
left me with nowhere to turn and no one to turn to
i am trapped in the middle of a maze
trembling and shaking
a bottle tightly pressed up to my lips
the smell of vodka laying on top of my breath
peoples jagged knives digging deep into my scabbed back
i scream but don't make a sound
i walk in the rain so no one can tell that i am crying
i thought i saw an exit but he stood and blocked the door
slowly i took the fall and he caught me
he gave me my wings when i swore i could never fly
i saw him standing there when he really wasn't
until the day that he broke my heart
he broke it into a million little pieces
and left me here to deal
with my calloused heart
all on my own
