simple times i don't complain
Lay in my room she waiting outside
the clock has been ringing
i just keep seeing she's waiting outside
To the day i wake up i'm a new man
For all the days i fucked up she still understands
i'm calling out your name
the window is locked and i cut my hand
i want to let you in
but the voices say NO!
you can't be trusted
the pipe your holden in your hand is rusted
breaking the windows smashing my car
as your temper gets stronger the fire last longer
i'm screaming for you waiting outside
the minute i saw you i knew i was going to cry
She waits outside with the baseball bat
she planning to smash my skull
what do you think about that
I'm such a nice guy who did the wrong thing
i'm losing my senses i need to be free
and you wait outside until i open the door
I open the door and let you in
my emotions get stronger each breathe gets harder
your holding the bat i'm ready to die
swing with the bat as hard as i cry
As I read "Emotional Pain" I felt like I was there. I could picture the scene in my head. It seemed so real too. You have a way with words that makes you an excellent writer.