I remember the days when i use to put up my hair
and you would nibble on my neck and you were...

Photo's of my baby would of shared
now figments of your look i may never know hoping...

I abused and misused what was true to me
now look at me left alone feeling blue...

Its time i write my feelings out down on paper
hoping that what i got to say doesn't offend you...

To be in this position you have to understand
hold on and listen to my plea...

As i lye in my bed in pain
i take a knife and cut right above my vain...

Plastic bag against my face holding my breath ass...
suffocation, hard of breathing...

Mommy and daddy
were married at a young age...

If you could only see what you do to me
you would understand that you got the key...

They want to misconstrue
everything I've been through...

I'm on the table
while hes operating...

Walking down the isle
its my day now...