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...

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for getting to know me more then skin...
helping me Find my soul and helping me renew my...

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