When I first bumped into you
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you,
now I do anything but look in your direction.
You told me how beautiful I was and how I always looked flawless,
now you tell me how I’m too ugly for you.
We would stay up all night on the phone and make up cute names for each other,
now the only time you call me is to scream in my ear.
I remember you used to tell me you would protect me from any guy who laid their hands on me,
but how could you do that if it’s you who’s hurting me?
I keep hoping you’ll go back to being my prince,
but until that happens I’m stuck being the joker.
Your hands used to hold me and rub my cheek,
now they only touch me when you’re hurting me.
Sometimes I blame myself,
and think how could I be so stupid?
But you know what’s stupid?
The fact that you pushed me to think like that.
And sometimes when you constantly tell me “I love you, I’m sorry,”
I actually believe you.
You weren’t always like this,
and I give you credit for the love you gave me.
But once you let the drugs take you from me,
I knew there was no turning back.
So while I sit here loving you,
you’re out loving your new addiction.
I’m so young and so alone;
I shouldn’t have to deal with this.
I should be in school getting somewhere in life,
but how could I show my face when my bruises cover my smile?
You took my happiness and turned it into hatred for everyone.
I dream of what I’ll do when I finally get away from you,
but at the end of the day I tell myself you’ll stop.
I think it’s because I can’t believe how much you changed.
You used to be head of the football team,
the hot guy every girl dreamed of having.
You had a football scholarship,
and a college waiting for you to graduate.
Sometimes I think you blame me,
but you let the parties get the best of you and that’s not my fault.
You took me and treated me like a toy,
then broke me and threw me away.
They say were too young for love,
but if love isn’t keeping me here then what is?
