I sit in my room
banging my head against the wall...

I'm hateful, with good reason
No need to complain...

I work so hard to cover up
i don't dare reveal...

Watching her sleep
wasting away in silence...

What happens when the butterflies are replaced...
the smiles replaced by tears...

I feel like I'm broken damaged goods
just to be thrown away...

Love is said to be that of a rose
oh how sweet the notion may seem...

So much of me is not my own
i give too much away...

i was never taught how to love
never taught what it means to feel...

will can be broken by a simple action
a mind penetrated without words...

i can feel it happening again,
the world turning sideways...

You cry and say your hurting
but you don't know real pain...