Sitting here for hours, a broken disgrace.
Bottle in one hand, a glass in the other...
Here in the night,
Of this cold disgruntled heart...
How can she do this?
Doesn't she understand...
Her eyes of blazing copper,
Upturn to the sky...
Brought up in a world, her job was a game
Treated like a test, she hid no shame...
I love you dad,
It maybe sad...
If I look upset, then I probably am.
So why in the world would you question...
You cant trust me
I understand completely...
His clammy fingers touch her pure complexion
His putrid breath, stains her perfection...
The secrets withheld
Now so divine...
The cuts on your arms
The bruises on your face...
Shadow's of my failures give chase
This is a cruel race...