The first look the first blow
you never expect it you never know
The look in your eyes the grip of your hands
The pain of the blast, the falls and the lands
In a room on my own but feeling so trapped
Holding my knees all warm and wrapped
So many thoughts running round my head
So many nights laying awake in bed
No one to tell no one to share
Frightened of finding no one is there
The feeling of freedom so far away
Praying for happiness every second of the day
Never prepared for what he might do
When you see the angels guiding you through
The panic and shock of coming around
Echoes of voices, noises are drowned
The hardest decision is walking away
Being alone, the heartache each day
But nothing can beat the feeling of breaking free
Looking forward to good times and just being me ;)
Lindsey Clayton
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
The first look the first blow
you never expect it you never know
The look in your eyes the grip of your hands
The pain of the blast, the falls and the lands
In a room on my own but feeling so trapped
Holding my knees all warm and wrapped
So many thoughts running round my head
So many nights laying awake in bed
No one to tell no one to share
Frightened of finding no one is there
The feeling of freedom so far away
Praying for happiness every second of the day
Never prepared for what he might do
When you see the angels guiding you through
The panic and shock of coming around
Echoes of voices, noises are drowned
The hardest decision is walking away
Being alone, the heartache each day
But nothing can beat the feeling of breaking free
Looking forward to good times and just being me ;)
Lindsey Clayton
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