your hands
feel the life slipping
from me
no more
no more fighting free
ive given in
ready to die in your hands
my love was never
what you could see
everything i do
it's walking on broken glasses
never pleasing in your eyes
always doing wrong
making you a victim
a target
but its all in your head
i was the best love
but its to late now
you let my heart die
in the palm of your hands
hurt me til i wont cry
slience my scream
shut me up
make me your
perfect mold
just like you
emotionless
snapped under pressure
fear shows
on your face when
your mark is left on me
frantic
knowing
your scared of the truth seeping through
yea i ran with your scheme
lies build under the reason why
yet i see who you really are
and i still love you
sick isnt it
slap me hard enough
i came to my senses
so here to the marks you left behind on me