All the bad I've put away
I will not do it another day...
Sometimes I think,
Sometimes I cry...
Last night,
I lay on my bed...
You are here for me.
I'm here for you and you know that...
I was addicted to bleeding
Addicted to blood...
Separated at birth
I saw your face...
All this drama
and all these lies...
I wish I could make it better,
Wish I could take away the pain...
Are you really mad at us?
Or are you just mad at yourself...
Oh, I'm sorry that I made u cry
but when I write poems I just can't lie...
Shorty how could you make me cry
all that you said was a bunch of lies...
Why does love have to hurt
why does it make u think...