This is mine, I wrote it, Don't steal it
They were there
Im so sure of it
These feelings deep inside
Where did they go?
I need them
To keep me Sane
To keep me alive
I need you
But It's empty
No more love
So why pretend
That you still care?
My heart is aching
From the hate
and my skin
Is black and blue
I cover it up
And just pretend
it never happened
But it did.
And I say,
'He loves me,
It was my fault
I got him mad.'
Yet I know,
I'm in danger
I'm not safe
But I still love you.
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