This life
This love...

Chew me up and spit me out
Ignore my cry, give me doubt...

At only 9 years old
You told me I had to go...

Do you see what's inside
Wanna see what I hide...

Your voice is quiet
But I still hear your whisper...

In each tear drop:
Is the words I cant say...

You'll be leaving soon enough
Off to be on your own...

If I were to say goodbye
Would you care...

*in this poem in most cases the word...
I pulled the belt tighter...

You make one wrong move and your reputation is...
no getting it back, no cleaning it up, and...

Your kisses left and buried,
Beneath our fading laughs...

The first time was tragic
It all happened way to fast...