bruises

what did you do what have i done we both know it started out fun what has gotten into you is it going to affect me when you're like this i hold my bated breath, dying for the need to breath now you are broken not wanting to be fixed i've heard all you're excuses but you still left me with bruises i sit in a corner tending to my wounds you sit there counting the afternoons i sit there in bed thoughts spinning 'round my head i'm thinking so hard about who to believe you, or me so one day in years to come we will start anew because someday my bruises will heal and so will you