The way you look at me,
With so much anger,
Is a cliffhanger.
Your words burn,
into my skin,
It's no fun.
You will never love,
Or be proud of me,
But I pray to the aboves,
That one day you will be.
I'm no butterfly but,
As soon as you let me free
We'll all let it be.
Because your hate,
I will not cope with it.
But let the fate,
Take its own way.
And let me lay,
Here tonight.
Because the stars,
Make the scars,
Disappear.
