Broken and alone
she sits at home...

Me
Rage...

I lie here
in my bed...

You manipulate me
when you want something...

Seeing life through shades of green
good things keep happening...

Therapy
like an onion...

You told me a secret
I promised not to tell...

Memory slowly fades
like petals falling from a rose...

Can you hear me
i know you are there...

We seem to have our act mastered
each knows their part...

She puts on her mask of happiness
its getting old and worn...

I charge into battle
my sword raised...