coolness of august
spring fever never came
warm bodies turn to cold
as winter hits our skin

coldness of him
you make me sick just like a fever that cant be cured
warm bodies, rush in
you come to take my innocence
as you hit me
I become a victim
who is now trapped

A bird with clipped wings
You take everything I love
leave me with nothing

My family blames me
when it was your fault

I am the bad guy
Im the monster no one likes
  
Truth is Im the victim
to a horrible scene
that no cop seen
I scream inside
hide outside
I need help
but you silence me
I am broken

Sssshhh...
it never happened