Where does do cut’s and bruises come from
I can’t answer for I feel so numb
Can’t get it over my lips; he’s hurting me
Telling me I belong to him, I can’t be free

Caution the floor's wet, I’ve been crying
But I know he got you convinced that I’m lying
I know that he’s been denying
Trust me I’ve been dying

I don't know what he's capable of doing but he's hurting me
Whispers; you belong to me, pulls my hair, asking don’t I agree
Yes darling
Till death, till mine our your last breathe
As he laughs and slaps me in the face
This is my faith I have to embrace
I can’t scream
His love was once my dream
I try to explain him, this isn’t love

Snap your fingers I'll coming running, TILL your bored of me
Then you’ll go away, but I’m never free

Don’t bother breaking the wall down cuz’ I found my way out
I won’t look back with doub’t
You’re a coward without a spine
Well except for a few small bruises, cuts,and scars well i'm fine

This beautiful facade is…was my life
But does my salvation lies within the knife
Would it be a sin? My teenage suicide?
Well, I’ll soon find out….

17/07/08 22.43