Scared of getting hurt isn't overpowering anything. this time it's different. theres some type of sincerity in his voice. I can tell he's not the same. i can give him my heart, without fear of him tearing it apart.

Between the million bathroom breaks,
& laughing when something gets too rough.
& the tissues hiding underneath your pillow,
and the bruises up and down your body.
somebody will realize you're lying when you say you're alright.

And i know this is an old and worn out line but he's got big brown eyes that make me melt when he smiles.

I see the tears hiding behind your eyes.
im okay you say as you fake a smile.
you're all choked up trying not the let the tears fall.
but when will you're eyes become too weak to hold them back and let it all loose.
one day you'll lose control.

Dont tell me things that you dont mean. because at the end of the day. when its all said and done. those lies mean everything to me.

Clean up your act.. Your storys gettin dusty. Wash your mouth out..your lies are gettin rusty.

But now the ups are downs and the silence is sound. He hurt me too too many times now he can't come around.

Sometimes I dream about beautiful things.
Where I love him and he loves me.
And then I remember how vile he can be.
And my heart begins to hurt.
And it begins to scream.

I ask myself why I put up with you,
Why I stay faithful,
Why I stay true.
Tou break my heart with your cruel ways,
You hurt me hurt me hurt me,
And yet I stay?

Why do I let you hurt me? This question replays over and over in my mind. Why don't I grab the happiness I deserve and run with it? Because all you do is cause me hurt.