The look on my face,
You could tell...

We laughed, we cried, my tears you dried, now...

Punch me,
Kick me...

My blood runs cold,
Cold as ice...

Inside I feel empty,
No love to receive...

Boys are toys that don't play nice,
Friends are nice...

I can feel the pain inside her,
the guilt thats kept within...

Its hard to see that you love her more,
Its hard to see her lying on your floor...

Fragile to handle,
Easy to break...

The touches layed upon my skin somewhat resemble...

My tears fall,
They hit the ground...

I told you a secret,
I thought you needed to know...