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.