It feels like my head is at war with my heart.
Thoughts roaming free,
While feelings imprisoned in my chest.
Contained in a cell surrounded by pain,
pinned to the ground being abused and tamed.

Driven' insane by the memory of your kiss,
Because I know I'll try to keep myself from the sweet taste of your lips.
Your fingerprints left behind on my skin,
from a crime that we couldn't find the time to fully commit.

When your hand parted with mine,
My fingers had never felt so lonely.
As if you dug up some hidden pain I repressed without any remorse.

Too many secrets shared while we were dazed,
Hoping you'll forget mine,
But each word of yours I seared in my brain.

I'm really scared to fall,
I can't sense the traps anymore.
You just seem to be fooling me a little to well.
The way everything about you,
Keeps pulling me in more.

I don't want to give into my feelings for you,
But perfection is rare;
And I can see it on you
So I'll bat my eyelashes,
And take things slow.

But I can't make any promises,
Because if you get to close;
I'll forget about being shy,
And lose all control.

Dark shadows creeping behind me,
Leaving scratches on my back.
Cold fingers on my shoulders,
Pinning me against the sink.
Forcing me to watch in the mirror,
While they steal my dignity.
Each movement bring closer,
To the brink of suicide.

But I've been here before,
This isn't the first time.
So I close my eyes,
Trying my best not to memorize.
Because this pain is too familiar.

The only pain I feel,
Is from the wound in my chest;
Left behind by your double edged dagger.

But my self inflicted scars,
Are deeper than the ones you've caused.
Because my skin is much stronger,
Than the barrier protecting my mind.

Sometimes I fall,
Sometimes I break;
Hidden up my sleeves,
Are my mistakes.

When I numb the pain,
With scars that take too long to fade;
I remember your lips,
They felt so great.

But baby,
So does his blade.

If your smile doesn't leave me breathless;
If the glimmer in your eyes,
Doesn't quicken the beat in my heart;
Than my feelings for you aren't real enough.

When our fingertips brush against each other,
I'll feel my chest tighten;
If  you're the one my mind is always on.

When we're alone in a room,
My mind will wonder;
About more than our playful jokes against each other.

Truth is,
There's something here.
But I'd prefer,
To continue to fall;
Than become a victim,
To that stupid grin.

I would've made you fall in love,
you wouldn't of been able to help yourself.
You would've been caught by my smile,
every time your eyes glimpsed my way.
It'd feel as if your body couldn't function,
without the sweet taste of my lips.
Your hands would suffer withdraws,
when they moved away from my skin.
But drugs can be harmful,
with an addiction as strong as me.
So I'm glad you got away when you did,
because otherwise,
you would've never been free.