كلمات Portraits

I woke up in a new home unsettled and alone, so desparate for a sense of what I want to hear the happiest of birthdays avoiding me as always a child living in naivet and fear she's tearing down the portraits I had drawn she's planning her attack and I'm her pawn I'm crying just in dealing with the fact that she is feeling that the love we have could easily be wrong my knuckles have stopped bleeding enough to make repeating the things that drive me crazy not worthwhile and now it's just a matter of watching this world shatter over a phone that can't hide a false smile she's tearing down the portraits I had drawn she's planning her attack and I'm her pawn I'm crying just in dealing with the fact that she is feeling that the love we have could easily be wrong don't mistake frustration with a lack of everything that's good just to reach her I did everything I could she's tearing down the portraits I had drawn she's planning her attack and I'm her pawn I'm crying just in dealing with the fact that she is feeling that the love we have could easily be wrong