It Seems Just Like Yesturday You Were Holding Me Close Calling Me "Your Little Princess"
Now It's Like You Don't Want My Exestince...
You Don't Even Look Me In The Eyes...
Only When It's Filled With Anger And Hate...
You Don't Hold Me Or Kiss Me The Way You Used To...
Like If I Was Some Kind of Diease...
You Don't Smile At Me...
Instead You Grind Your Teeth At Me That Is Filled With Dissapointment...
You Don't Hold My Hand As You Use To...
You Pull My Hand As You Begin To Leave Me Battle Scars...

I Lay Down Next To You ...
And I Could Smell Her On Your Collar ...
I Kiss You And I Could Taste Her On Your Lips...
I Look at You..
And I See Her In The Sparkle Of Your Eyes...
I Tell You I Love You...
And I Know I Am Not The Only One You Love...

I Hold You Close To My Heart ...
While You're Getting Close To Her...
I Am Thinking Og You While You're Thinking Of Her...
I Am Praying For You, While You're Getting Close To Her...

I Am Looking Down At All The Pieces You Broke...
Into Tiny Little Pieces...
Shattered Like Glass. .
With A Big Cut In My Heart...
Like A Knife ,
And It Hurt When You Walked Out Of My Life...

First You Pick A Girl...
I Must Think I'm That "Lucky Girl"
You Start Flattering Me With These Words I Want To Hear...
You Begin Giving Me Kisses And Hugs Thats So Irresistable...
Waiting For Me To Get Addicted To Your Love...
You Slightly Get The Best Of Me...
And Out The Door You Go...
Waving Your Hand...
And On To The Next Girl...

He Would Burn Holes In My Skin With His Mouth. . .
The Hickies He Left Me Were Stamps Of All The Places He Took Me. . .
But,

He Didn't Want A Girl Who Wouldn't Go Down On Him . . .

I Have My Pen And Paper As I Take Orders. . .
Trying To Make It In Life . . .
Well Out Alive. . .
Waiting On Pepople Who Have No Lives, Only But A Dime. . .