When you say those things,
and tell me I'm ugly...

It wells up inside me.
Just keeps building...

Close enough to feel the warmth
and warm enough to fall asleep...

Be there when I need you
and hold me when it hurts...

I trusted you.
You weren't suppose to leave...

Hot and sweaty.
Dirty and exhausted...

When you said those three words,
and you held me in your arms...

You were suppose to be my superman.
My safety net if I were ever to fall...

The puddle grows.
As does the pain...

The darkness closes in.
It's all around me...

You can't blame me for this.
Can't blame me for the hurt...

Which one?
You had asked me...