I sound like a broken record,
How many times will I say it?
How many people will ask?
I needed a release,
I needed a release,
I needed a release.
Nobody understands,
Always the questions:
"Why did you do it?"
"What did he do?"
Always the judgement:
"*****."
"Murderer."
"Gold digger."
"*****."
The rumors, oh how they fly:
"She cheated... He found out."
"She wanted his money."
"She's insane."
They don't know
How long it took me to pick it up,
Point it at his head,
Pull the ****** trigger.
His blood on my hands for a change.
See, people never knew
His abusive side.
But I did.
My stitches,
Bruises,
And broken bones are all the proof I need.
Now I'm free,
Free to do as I please,
Free until the day I die.
Then, they tell me:
Jail,
Life sentence.
Where's my fair trial?
My jury?
My judge?
Welcome to America,
Land of the eternally ******.

I could tell you that the world is perfect,
That nothing needs to change,
That everything is rainbows and unicorns and flowers.
This would be a lie.
This is a dog eats dog world.
Brother is turned against brother,
Sister against sister,
Friend against friend.
This world of war and pain,
This isn't the world it should be.
America is based on lies people chose to believe
Because they can't handle the truth.
The politicians are criminals
And laws are based on hate,
Hate that trickles down from City Halls,
To school hallways,
To the minds of teenagers and children.
Is this what parents want?
Children to be taught to hate?
I can see a better world,
Where religions and races can live in harmony.
This world is enough to make anyone wish to die,
But I still live because one day,
I will be heard.
One day,
Everything I stand for will come true.
I may die before this happens,
But it's a cause worth dying for.

It's been a year since that day,
To be exact,
It's been a year and two days.
Only 367 days since that day,
The day that you broke my heart,
For the first time?
The second?
It's happened so many times,
It seems I've lost track.
Well look at me now,
I'm pathetic,
I'm a wreck.
What did you do to me?
Why am I so drawn to you,
Why can't I ever shake you?
When will this all be over?
The problem is:
I don't think it will ever be over.
I don't think I can ever stop
Loving you.