The Product of Him

Brenna

I hate the way it feels when I'm surrounded by the pain
When I'm tired and alone and there's no one left to care
Nothing left to give and no one true to love
Forget what I did & forget what I said

Inside I'm dead
I lay in the filth as my soul starts to perish
I'm not the type to complain but you left me in shear agony

You all might know me different, I'm a drama queen
A control freak out of control
But I was stuck in a nightmare, the hell hole of my life
I never learned to recover
Until addictions crept in and brought me lower

Sorry I'm not calm and collected, sorry I don't trust
Sorry that I'm sensitive 
and that I allow every rejection or heartbreak to take me down

And I guess I really miss you, even though you shot me down
I'm crazy and screwed up, because you shook me up
Trapped within all your lies I found