The moment that we danced
Your arms felt like a cradle...

I Thought I Knew Enough
To Survive In This Game OF Life...

I need a love so strong
A passion so true...

You say you hate bullies
Yet you've become one yourself...

She fades into the background
Her head always staring at the ground...

Closed off from love
My heart lives in sorrow...

A blade to the skin
A knife to the heart...

Tears run red
All across the paper...

Not quite the mans best friend
As he rips your soul apart...

He sits there begging
For a spare penny or pound...

You call her a w h o r e
You call her these names...

Im always left sat here
Crying to myself...