It wells up inside me.
Just keeps building...

Close enough to feel the warmth
and warm enough to fall asleep...

The darkness closes in.
It's all around me...

The puddle grows.
As does the pain...

Hot and sweaty.
Dirty and exhausted...

When you say those things,
and tell me I'm ugly...

Be there when I need you
and hold me when it hurts...

You were suppose to be my superman.
My safety net if I were ever to fall...

You can't blame me for this.
Can't blame me for the hurt...

Which one?
You had asked me...

I trusted you.
You weren't suppose to leave...

When you said those three words,
and you held me in your arms...