its been the story of my life- broken, hurt, naked
i don't intend to change it, it comforts my numb soul
i stare into the wilderness of the open plains
my eyes hurt until i see red
i lay in bed, thinking the end would come soon
but all i can think of is the day it all began-
broken, hurt, naked
i channel my thoughts-giving them the impetus to dream
but dreams, visions...deep slumber
they make it hard to forget the nights that i cried
and yet as my tears stain my pillow, i lay alone-
broken, hurt, naked
i am happy..i think of you when i am happy
i am sad...and yet i think of you still
you promised me the sky, the rainbow
i wished for the purple blanket and the crimson red
you gave me pain instead
purple wounds and crimson sores
u ripped my heart open and there i stood-
broken hurt, naked
and now when i face myself
i don't recognize the pain anymore
the salty tears, the faltering words
the growing darkness of the night,
the same wilderness of the plains....
the girl dat was broken, hurt and naked-
you have maimed her for life.
