" I bet you laugh, at the thought of me thinking for myself. (myself) I bet you believe, that I'm better off with you than someone else. Your face arrives again, all hope I had becomes surreal. But under your covers more torture than pleasure And just past your lips there's more anger than laughter Not now or forever will I ever change you I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit! You taught my heart, a sense I never knew I had. I can't forget, the times when I was . Lost and depressed form the awful truth How do you do it? You're my heroine! " ~
