I tried with all my might
Even though the pen wanted to write
You wanted us a secret
I decided to take it to my grave
But you decided to miss behave
And although you may have touched my skin
I can write and release the pain with in
I shall use my pen as a weapon
But when your knuckle kissed my cheek
Every single day out of the week
In the inside I began to slowly brake
Because I found out the love you had for me was fake
Oh, I wondered how much of me did you take
Let me write and spill out secrets
Like the way my blood spilled on the floor
No one helped me
No one came knocking on our door
I found it strange because you were very loud
I guess in the tone of your voice you were very proud.
Even when your knuckles touched my face
As time grew It didn't seem to make my heart hurt
Even when you tried to make me feel like dirt
Because I kept my feelings sealed in a case
And although I thought I was a disgrace
I began to see more and more to my face.
