I'm sorry that I flinch,
Although your touch would never land a blow...

Loving me is rought,
And I don't know how to tell you...

When with you, I was labelled trash.
Then you left me, burned up, ash...

When you held me, that first time,
Your arms embraced me so tight my pieces fell into...

I promise to love you forever,
And tomorrow? Even more...

We are your mirror that is cracked every side
Ugly and damaged, imperfect, yet tries...

I wrote you a letter..probably a hundred times...
No..Wait..Thousands...

Hurt cannot be erased.
Damages cannot be simply plastered over with the...

Who am I today?
For that I would not know...

This feeling in me isn't like any other,
Words cannot describe the ache in me, as a million...

Take my hand and follow me,
I will hurt you, hurt you, hurt you...

I don't cry for anyone,
At least not anymore...