Broken
Cry me a river
I know iv'e done the same
You cut me into peices
As i hide my face in shame
Not ready to let go
Because i love you so
No matter the pain
Or the scars iv'e yet to gain
Bruises up and down my arms
And scratches all over my face
You sure lost your charm
And i'm tired of this race
People ask day to day
Why i would stay
I'm scared for my life
I better grab a knife
Say my last good bye
Here's to my only escape
I hear you ask why
But baby you chose my fate.
Copyright © Shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013
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