Some people live in fear,
I indulge in it...

The lack of force you crave by his hands
his fingers, his touch, your hair, in strands...

You tell me im far from perfect
but remember when you were wreck-less...

This burning hell i feel inside
just take the pain why run and hide...

Standing outside looking up to the sky
thinking of my past beginning to cry...

A little girl so happy so nice
a little girl made of sugar and spice...

So sick of their words
so sick of their lies...

I don\'t know where i should turn
my mind is going blank...

He takes your hand, shows you the world
makes you feel your his only girl...

Sitting on the floor
my wrists covered in red...

Life is full of false accusations
controlled by ones neglected complications...

I'm out here in the cold
refusing to do what I'm told...