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by Courtney Chumley Jan 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I am lying face down Waiting on your blow to my head I should get back up and fight But this abuse is better than dead I am up againt the wall I feel the tears well up in my eyes I try to not let you hear me For more of a beating will come if you hear my cries I am slammed down on the bed I am slowly losing light, it's turning to black I see your eyes, so full of hate But yet I don't hate you back Here I am All alone with no one to care Guess I should have fought back No time to think, need someone to help, losing all my air Here I am Too late for someone to save me I should have said something to someboddy, anybody Guess your kind of love came with a fee