What Is Real
Strong beliefs controls ones thoughts. Dying from backstabbing, proves your love is strong. They try and try but will not succeed. Come here, lover, I have something to show you. Do you see this broken and battered girl in the mirror? Well, this is me. You have my heart in your hands, and your lips on my cheek. Walk away now, for it's my turn to try. You keep crawling back in your secret ways. Hold back what is real; You're not killing me.