Was I thinking you were going to save me?
I must of been high or sleepwalking.
What was I thinking that you
Could make the sting on my hips go away?
When you left bruises on my broken bones?
Did I really think that you could bring
Colour to my eyes once again?
How could I think that punch was out of love?
Our lips once touched but now
They are only breathing our last breaths.
