I look in your eyes and somehow how you look at me feels trusted, feels like home

But I know I’ just a victim of your twisted soul

A body, a pussy, a mouth and a shell

Thats trapped in a hell

But looks like an angel who can’t run away

And I won’t run away anymore

I know what we have is a lie, is a love that is made by abuse of a mind that was used and used even before you started to give it a kind of love that is destroying the strength that was left

You hold your arms around me

But in fact you keep me trapped

You say I’ the one

But I’m just the one to break.

To keep for a while

and then you’ll forget

You’ll push me away, throw me out, you don’t care.

You don’t care.

Even when you wrap all you say in a story which is written quite well.

But I know what you tell me is not what you think.

You used my state and now you made me think that I might be wrong with thinking you trick me. I’m staying because I live this lie cause it fits.

Cause you give me some things that I used to miss.

And I make me belive that we’re true, make me think that it’s ok.

I need things to be ok.

I know they are far from that.

Even if you’d be the man you tell me you’d be.

You say I am free and loved and safe.

That I’m home.

But home is nowhere, no place.

I always searched for home in the arms of a man

Now You’re the man but your arms, home is simply a trap.

Life is hell.

So next time that I try to get away.

I will leave it all.

I won’t return again

Sometimes I think I need drugs to survive.

And that’s a scary thought you know?

the-constant-battle:

Deine Worte damals haben mich mehr verletzt als es eine Klinge je tun könnte.
Inzwischen sind die Narben fast verblasst aber die Erinnerungen an dich bleiben glasklar und messerscharf.