Escape

If I wasn't made into what I am
Would you still make me the escape?
Bitter words follow leaving hearts hollow
What makes the pain stay?
Must it be this way?
Right now all I need is a quiet place to call my own

I could try to fit in
With every word you say
You tear my heart through my skin

Right now all I need is a quiet place to call my own
Right now, though my knees ache, a quiet place is all I know
I tried to leave a mark for her to find

If I wasn't made into what I am
Would you still make me the escape?
You use your words to carve me out
To suit your taste
Why do you hate me?
Why must I die for you to thrive?



Credits
Writer(s): Camilo Zannoni
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