Ironic

Tonight she cries herself to sleep
Thinking of the promises he never seems to keep

The bricks are getting taller as she builds up her walls
Cause every time she tears it down she only manages to fall

Sorrow and wrath consume her like a fire burning wild
She's at her breaking point once more, poor weak child

She gave in once again so the razors in her hand
She knows he's against it but he doesn't understand

She knows about the lies he's told and it's killing her bit by bit
The one that's making her cut is the one who made her quit

...Ironic...

Copyright-Amber Palmer

((Short...I know...))