Nothing
some how im the one to blame
i guess i hurt myself for fame
i said what you wanted to hear
but only said out of fear
but how can you sit there and juge me
and tell me what i could be
try to act like you know how i felt
when i was whipped by the belt
the cutting releases the stress
tho it can be a mess
so here i sit wishin my wrist were bleeding
to stop the pain from the beating
but just when everyone was about to give in
and i was alone counting my sins
you showed up into my life
forced me to put down the knife
something no one tried to do
who know that id be you
to show me the light
scared at frist because its so bright
now i have this second chance
but now life is hared to balance
i think of goin back to my old ways
but whats the point anyways
i have you to work for
and theres nothing i want more
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