I try and run
from all these thoughts
but all i get are these
fears and doubts
fears i wont see you
and doubts that if i do
you wont remember me
remember me as i was
not what i am
cause what i am is a broken heart
a heart that cant be fixed
i have become just another
victim of loves abuse
abuse that cant be seen
from the outside but
when you look closer you see
the scars of life
you see a hundred pieces
of tragic heart
thats so close to the edge
but wont pull the trigger
cause he wont see the ones
he loves in pain
