You've seen his hands on me you've seen the tears
so why do you do nothing...
This was a tough choice,
but now i must rejoice...
Its a passionate embrace
of self inflicted mistakes...
Three things that i am scared of:
1.Being like my mother...
She's lying here crying
falling from her feet...
My world is caving in and tears fall from my eyes
i'm lying with my baby but she wont hear my cries...
If this heart stopped beating,
Would anyone care...
She calls this her life
Thinking how she can end it with a knife...
Why is he doing this to me?
My cries are his lullabies...
A fight about to begin,
an on going tug of war between a heart...
I went to a party,
and remembered what you said...
Shattered hearts and blood red tears
you contemplate your deepest fears...