• You left me Broken,
    You called me yours,
    yet you went ahead and left me.

    If your going to beat me,
    The son, let your hand fly down.
    Everything you've done,
    Is nothing worse that what I could do to myself.

    This life of a slave,
    is as morbid as a lover,
    I feel no love in your actions.
    Yet you still whisper the words.

    So baby beat me,
    let my blue blood run down my arms.
    My cut's are red,
    Yet the stain's on your floor are blue.

    Here comes the flood,
    Drowning in all of my regrets.
    I dont think you know,
    that I've started to swim.
    So that tide that your causing,
    wont kill me that fast.