Even though we fight,
I walk my days with no fright...

You never seem to really see,
what it is i try to explain...

Why do they care?
or even pretend...

I am so tired of being lied to,
and the feeling of loss...

Urges,
Stress...

I love the way you push me around,
even though it gives me a bruise...

I cannot stand being in this place
Where to people I'm just a face...

I only thought a thought,
which i thought...

Him, "Ugh, Im in so much pain."
me, "Me too... what's wrong?&quot...

This is my heart,
it cracks, it breaks...

I am hurt with a pain that is unreal,
i now crave the days when i used to feel...

Maybe it was meant to be,
now I'm not being cheesy...