Abuse
I'm bound by a secret
and it's so hard not to tell
I'm bound by my regrets
The things I've done
or things I never will,
It's like a constant push and pull
how pain made me a fool
how time elapsed
my heart clasped
and you destroyed everything
everything I stood for
and everything I had,
everything I fought for
and then made me look bad
I tried to play the victim
but I was far to strong
you tried to plead innocent
because you said your never wrong,
they let you walk, a thousand miles
and stomp up to my door
but with two bullets and my gun
we wont fight anymore.
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2012
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