Maybe I'm covered in bruises
I don't want to call them abusive
And maybe I miss him a lot
But I know his love for me has come to a stop
Maybe I'm shutting down
God I hate this town
And maybe I just want to die
But I'm to scared to say goodbye
Maybe I still love him
I'm handling it with gin
And maybe I hate myself a little more
God I'm such a whore
So many maybes, so unsure
Maybe it's because I'm insecure
But one thing I'm sure of is
I can't wait till I'm turned In to ashes
