A tingle goes up my spine,
My stomach cringes in spite...

I have created this box
to hold my weary past...

It's been a while since I've been this scared
actually, since the first time I said I love you...

Alcohol is like a chemical
it can tear your life apart...

I'm stuck in this place
where i can't leave nor escape...

Hold it in bcz it cant be real
someone loving me for once in my life...

I wish I had a time machine
To take me back to the good old days...

You will have a part of me,
as long as I can breath...

No I do not love you after
all the things you've done to me...

Every time you see her, she has
A new black eye, or bruise...

I hate that I'm so difficult
I fear what i don't know...

I'm sorry that I push you away
I'm sorry for the love I lack...