Obscured, is what I am when Im with you
my heels are tired of walking these hardwood floors, back, then forth
the walls keeps a whisper, loud and clear
run for your life
Yet, I stay
begging you please, I dont want to fight another night
my request falls upon deaf ears and I'm forced to welcome my best friend, his name is fear, who I use to know as Nick
we meet two or three times a week
I sit with blood and bruises, wondering why god wont hear my cries
I'm far from alive as I live, starring the dawn of death in his eyes
it is I, who is me, who is you, and she, whom chooses to lay here and die
Still, I rise from deep within
despise all the true lies I hold inside, so I stay and prey, that maybe, just maybe
one day, I wont have to cry not to stay, rather to enjoy the prince I once knew,
and he'll carress my face with warmth and grace, of sensual kisses placed on my face, Instead of his fists who always seems to win first place
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