My heart is under your wrath
i am under your thumb...

Why should anyone care what i am like
i cry silently as i lie under the blanket of night...

Have you ever been proud of being hated?
caring about that seems overrated...

Broken and battered
torn and tattered...

I turned you down
but you never asked...

The world we live in is so unreal
i do not reveal the truth in how i feel...

Your voice
chills my blood...

My new family is messed up
its one more place i don't belong...

I don't want to admit it
but i don't need u to live...

U loved me
u bragged...

Walking
running...

Do i believe in true love?
yes...