• Can they tell?
    That I'm falling apart.
    That i'm breaking inside,
    From all the hurt he dealt out.

    The cuts are fresh and bleeding,
    Everytime i think i've stopped,
    He's building me back up,
    To watch me fall apart,
    To tear my heart to pieces.

    But everytime I come to the brink,
    He's there to pick me up,
    There to hold me.

    I know that "EVerything's okay"
    Is just a fairy tale,
    But i wish it was true.
    I'm tired of hurting,
    I just want it to end.

    Can they tell?
    As I bleed out on this floor,
    That I'm breaking inside,
    From all the hurt.
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