Kissing on my neck as I struggle to confuses all the hurt I feel.
Laying on my back as I stress about what you really mean to me.
But I don't wanna loose you, and anything we
but boy if I don't loose you I don't think I'll have much fighting left.
On my back are, are these scars that cut me, that cut me deep.
On my neck are some marks you left on me.
And I can't seem to get away.
But I know that I should, should not stay.
I'm like a trophy that you won, although you show me off, you usually lock me away.
Everything I had is gone.
And everything I do have to be perfect for you.
Fighting and cussing, slapping me.
Lying and writing letter just for me, to hurt.
Broken in my eyes is my love for you, blinded by the fear I see in you.
Should I stay isn't a question that should be asked, but seems like my strength is fading away.
