She took my life away from me, in hopes of what, a chance to keep me hidden in her hip pocket
I gave her all I had to give and never enough she crys, never enough to the rage that lives within her broken mind - an illusion to a simple reality that simply does not exist - the truth is unmistakable and caring - tender blessing of what I have to offer you - my heart belongs to you, why is it that you need more, blind to the truth of what I have to offer
If I could break it off and run screaming into the night, I would, torn from the depths of all I know to be my simple existence, free of the hold you have - free of fear - to take a simple breath, to let it out and realize that it is my own.
You push . . . to far
God Damn she really has a way
I gave her all I had to give and never enough she crys, never enough to the rage that lives within her broken mind - an illusion to a simple reality that simply does not exist - the truth is unmistakable and caring - tender blessing of what I have to offer you - my heart belongs to you, why is it that you need more, blind to the truth of what I have to offer
If I could break it off and run screaming into the night, I would, torn from the depths of all I know to be my simple existence, free of the hold you have - free of fear - to take a simple breath, to let it out and realize that it is my own.
You push . . . to far
God Damn she really has a way