Little girls shouldn't be up at 2,
alone in their room
eyes going dry,
and don't know what to do.
Not on their birthday
really not any day.
Wondering what they did wrong,
and only loving sad songs.
Honey you're not the problem.
There's nothing you could do.
It can't be your fault.
You're way too young
to be so bruised.
Maybe not on your body
only visible to you.
Put those tears back,
and have your own party.
Don't blame yourself
for what you can't understand
place it on a shelf,
or cry if you want to.
But either way
You shouldn't be up at 2,
blaming yourself
For the things in the other room.

I was only fifteen years old,
but this was the fight of my life.
You claimed you loved her,
but I knew that wasn't right.
You were the perfect angel
until about midnight.
She screamed and screamed,
but said he wasn't mean.
You convinced me it was just a bad dream.
The nights got worse
the days felt empty
and I couldn't do a single thing about it.
When she woke
he placed yellow lilies on the table
and laughed like it was a joke.
I was so confused
her eyes were bruised
and he was amused.
"Please forgive me"
"I'm not sure what happened"
"That wasn't the real me"
The days turned to centuries,
but the weeks turned to minutes.
I saw right through him.
soon it happened again.
The same thing every night
tomorrow it would be fine
because the pink lilies made it alright.

What am I supposed to do when the person who gave me my own life back, is the one ******* it away.
I know I'm a piece of sh**, and that's okay.
But if you love me so much then why do you pull me down to get yourself higher, when you could use that strength to lift yourself up.
You got too close and that scared you so you gave up.
So you told yourself that I was a *****, but you're the one selling yourself to the entire world.
You're a god, nothing more.
And I'm just a ***** that will always love you.