Torn Pages
I gave love to the wrong ones so my heart got wasted
I tried to heal people who stabbed me in the back
I had a genuine heart which is something they lacked
So now I'm writing my story on torn pages
Shredded pieces of paper full of inked rhymes
a head full of pain, a heart full of emotions, drinking vodka to sink mine
While trying to keep my head above the water
what happens when you get used to pain and fall in love with torture?
It means every day I'm killing myself without going in a grave
I need someone to save me before there's nothing left to save
I'm not going to lie, my energies been drained for a while
I have more scars than I have memories that make me smile
She came dressed as an angel, but she was the devil
She was playing another game but I thought we were on the same level
Once you lose my respect you can never get it back
My heart was lost on you and I didn't get a map
People play mind games and steal your thoughts
How can you screw someone over who was there for you and feel no remorse?
I'll say this before I wipe my tears and bandage over my cuts
If he loves you half as much as I did, then he loves you enough
I gave love to the wrong people and my heart got wasted
I tried to heal the people who stabbed me in the back
I had a genuine heart which is something that they lacked
That's why I've been writing my story on torn pages
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