I stand in my playground of hate....
Looking at my reflection clenching my fists in...

She was someones princess
But now she lays broken on the floor...

I see you in the distance
You look so small from where I stand...

Crushed again, no reason why....
Perhaps I'm just a door mat...

Camo shorts and sun burn...blisters in the sun
Summer time and memories of all the things I\'ve...

Your Angel wings will be back soon
I will make sure of that...

The sun beats down its sharp sensation of...
The skin on my arm glows red from repeated abuse...

Defective me
Loaded spring...pressure point...

The song that you sing when my feelings are bleak
Pull me back up when I cant, when I'm weak...

Just because I'm dead inside, doesn't mean I want...
I could give a thousand reasons but maybe they'd...

The sound of shattered mirror breaks my gaze....
As I stare at peices of me...

Damaged from deceit..
Coldness or maybe just numb from your tirade of...