I'm Mae. I'm me. Only in my writing am I free. |
I can walk out my door without wincing
I no longer look over my shoulder...
I once was your trophy
with a radiant smile as you held me on your arm...
Lying alone in a plain cold room
too afraid to move even speak...
Darkness played
Disguised as a whisper...
He came home with a smile
and went in his room...
I don't know how to tell you this.. |
You know when your reality becomes more interesting than your dreams, your in love. |
Take my hand as I am blindly lead to you |