direct all your energy on to me
ill just hang there
I now deal with hurt in smiles
swallow tears through cursing and rows
I look in the mirror and feel foul,
far from the person I was
It seems this inner child has ran out of town.
Worn, where's a referee when I need one
I guess the damage will be shown through the layers ripped off leaving a small percentage of the person I was.
So please, Carry on.
Unusual request, especially when my thoughts of what is right
Ill be that punching bag until your arms weaken and you stop.
just dnt expect me to be as strong as before...