Some nights I just cant help but hate you.

How does it feel to know that someone wakes every morning and has to lay down their past and pain in order to make it through the day? How does it feel to know that its because of you?

I just dont know anymore...

Who is going to kiss my scars?
Who would want to?
And will it mean anything if its someone besides the one who gave them to me?

I wish my heart wasnt so heavy tonight..

"You remember me before I learned to run
At the kissing tree before I
learned my guns
We were 17, 17 years young

I am still running
I am still running
I had no idea the pain would be this strong
I had no idea the fight would last this long
In my darkest fears the rights become the wrongs
I am still running, I am still running I am still running

Build me a home
inside your scars
Build me a home Inside your song
Build me a home inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong "