you hit me,
where i didnt know that could hurt me so,
as i see my life passing by
i just wished you knew how that pain feels
tears of blood come out
the scars on my back,
a mark of hate
i should of build my walls
but you destroy what i make
i dont need you in my life
i tryed everything to make you smile
you slap me i fall
now theres tears of blood on the walls
my life was so much more
when you left the scars
on my heart 3
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