Monday...
I sunk so low...
You gave me bruises,
you gave me scars...
How can you sit here
and brake my heart...
Bones are sticking out
But still she can't see...
It all started when I was born,
brought into a family of hate...
Look into my eyes.
what do you see...
I am the daughter,
That day after day...
No matter how hard I try
I can't hold it in, I have to cry...
You know you love him,
When you can't help but to cry...
Left alone
As a suicidal freak...
Behind The Gun In Your Hand
Remorse Depletes The Trigger...
I feel so ashamed,
when you see me like this...