You ran your hand across my scars and it killed me to see the look in your eyes, and when you asked me how i could do that to myself my only answer was "i dont know"

When i see you with another girl i remember what you told me, that i'd always be your baby girl, then i think to myself, you probably told her the exact same lie...

Why cant you love me the way you said you always would?

You know your life is out of control when you dont dare take off the mask of happiness, not even when you're alone in you're room. When you still fake a smile even to yourself when you're staring into a mirror.