Thinking back to being a child
and growing up in a hell...

Her bones are ripping through her fragile skin
her eyes are red...

Baby your the only thing i\'ve ever wanted
through heartache and pain...

Everyone thinks i have everything
because i hide everything...

I'm living in this broken home
all i hear at night is arguing...

I eat, i eat
and i eat...

The cracked clock ticks twelve as i sit in fear...

Last night i locked myself in the bathroom
it was a little past twelve...

Her shoes are full of mud
shes fallen so far in love...

The blade is resting
on my porcelain skin...

Every night i sit up wishing for you to die
its either my life goes...

Love,
Love can be defined...