| What No One Knows June 8, 2003 The bruises, the beatings, the lying, the defeating... I'm not sure as to how long I can take this anymore. Is it so bad that I just want to get away, get away from you? Will I ever live with what you've done to me? I'm praying for this suicide, and I'm going down. Are you happy about this, this is getting real old. It's almost over now, I'm getting so cold. |