It's like every time I try to get away
His words and his lies are always pulling me back
I want to go home
Back to the life I had(full of smiles and sweet memories)

Here is nothing but a sick depression
I'm confused, sad, harbored in a world
Where i'm constantly being manipulated
My limbs-amputated
This life-infatuation...

We all make mistakes
So they say...
But what do we do when our mistakes
Are too severe that they turn into purposes
Purposed that only we caused to be there...
Or so I say...

Everything in my life has turned into a problem
And the walls that held my guard, were broken down completely
I am exposed-naked-bare. The whole world can see.
And my smiling disguise
Can no longer get me through a bad day....