He told me I was pretty. Then he hugged me too close. In the light he was nice to me. The sunshine was his cloak.

He told me I was pretty, so I guess that made it okay. But when he snuck into my bed. I tried to push him away.

He told me I was pretty, but I knew it was a lie. I wanted someone to save me, but I guess they couldn’t hear my cries.

He told me I was pretty, but what did that mean. He said I should’ve felt wanted, that’s what they’ll all believe.

That I thought I was pretty, so I laid in his bed. They’d think I was a liar, and I might as well have been dead.

So as he told me I was pretty, I accepted my fate. I only had three things left: him, a razor and my untimely self-hate.

See my story didn’t end well, but yours always could. Remember you are beautiful, and if you don’t love yourself you should.

Ignore all his pretties and tell someone now. Accept you what makes you strong, this won’t be your only rain cloud.

You didn't see me right away

but when you did

i had already fallen off the cliff

i called "your story"

and you were just beginning

to open mine.

Working everyday—

Earning money for my wife

Coming home exhausted,

So no time for love at night

But the longing is okay

She says its alright—

that I’m coming home tired,

to give her a worthy life.

But my money has been leaving.

I’m just starting to notice

Maybe she’s been shopping,

but theres no new clothes to show this.

But its just money, right?

Maybe she just wants to blow it.

Its still kind of sketchy,

She should've let me know this.

Lately she’s been talking low

Whispering to her phone

Leaving bed late at night

in the no-go time zone

So I’m getting off early

Calling her on my way home

Its going straight to voicemail

Maybe she not alone.

I pull into the driveway

Another car is here

Its a beamer and its trash

Falling off in the rear

I’m getting a little anxious

more as I get nearer.

Its pulling me to the door

Something like a siren’s leer.

I go into the house

and hear another mans voice.

I seen him in my bed,

and instantly regret my choice.

They run of the house

and I realized she chose another course.

I guess I wasn’t enough,

now I’m desperate, missing her voice.

The next day I’m driving

Heading to the bank.

Memorizing last night

The day my heart sank.

I try to smile anyway,

realizing my high rank.

Until I ask about my accounts,

and they tell me they’re all blank.

She’s stolen all my money,

and ripped away my pride.

Left me with zero dollars,

and took my best ride.

Its sad I still miss her,

Forgiveness running through my mind.

As she misused my love,

with another man on the side.

tears in my eyes

pain in my heart

i wanted to let you in

but didn't know where to start.

uncertainty where you lie

energy running low

life passing me by

but my soul won't let you go

trying to run away

but my minds telling me no

like a shooting star

without the promising glow

you left me with a hurt heart

and some broken skin

always turnin your back

never letting me in

stealing my soul from the angels within

riding your wave

to your city of sin.