Hiding my bruises
The bruises bound within my soul.
Denying my troubles
Yet losing more and more control.
Experience is limited
A coward losing all
Don't know why I acted
The way I did then and the way I do now
You don't seem to realize
What you must allow
What we both will go through then
What we'll go through now
There will be ups
There will be downs
There will be smiles
There will be frowns
We both are healing as we speak
We will feel great and we shall feel weak
But remember what I've already said
If you can't believe in me
Then sooner or later our love will be dead.
I want to live for as long as I can
I want to live happy
Don't want to feel outran.
I'll need your support
During this difficult struggle
I'll need your support
During the times I'm not able
To function and act the ways I should.
When I'm ugly and unattractive.
When I'm ignorant and incoherant.
When I'm disturbed and depressed
And just a plain fucking mess.
When I'm suffering of delirium
When I'm moody and then some
When I'm unpredictable and not careful
Of what I say and what I do
Because what I say could be the end
and I could never get over you.