What am i doing back in this room
back in ure bed
back in ure arms
ure just gonna hurt me all ova again
ure asking y im so tense...
im tense because i no its not going to last
ure just a playa
u move on to fast

F**ck it
im over ure sh**t
uve pushed me over the ledge
im sitting in a pit
from all the looks u threw me
all those blatant words
just letting u no
it really did hurt

My eyes are stinging
reflecting the burning red
from the sheets in which
i f**cking bled
theres so much sh*t n u cant find solace anywere

**from my poem reflectingthe burning red

The acid of ure mouth
singes my F U C K I N G heart

So i didnt no the dance moves with u
it was an unfamilar song
ure moves were like clock work with me
ure rythym was never wrong....

Behind my back
ure as tight as a corset
squeezing all the life out of me!!

The way u played me...
like i was joined to a marionete...
my emotions on hardcore
screaming like a lost child

Can u taste my sickness?
can u see the darkness cloud my eyes?
can u feel my body crippled with pain...
nothings ever going to be the same

Todays strength came from hurt
i willed myself not to cry because wat was it worth...
if i cried it wasnt going 2bing u bak
if i cried u werent going to have my back
im not going to give u the saisfaction...
of knowing how deep u cut me

Its a joke to u all the time
im the gurl at the back of the line
so make her hurt
make those tears smear the mascara down her face
make her want to be f**kin dead in this cold lonely place...
make her feel alive