A Writer's Reference

A Writer's Reference
Deep beneath your skin
You know this feels so right to you
But trust me girl with him you don’t know
What your getting yourself into
Crawl under the sheets
With an unfamiliar face
It's getting back at me you want,
It's to kill my so called grace

But now the tables have turned
There's one seat left at mine and you're
still choking on your word
No wonder why you're still alone
A body bruised and beaten blue and black
No wonder why you sleep with the window open
You do this to yourself
Limping to your car, you never
thought it would end like this
But your hero in his armor, wasn't
playing with those fists
So innocent and still, you lay
against your truck's window
Replaying what looks to me as
karma, taking its last blow
And how, can you call yourself a lover?
All I know is that I love to hate,
and how good it feels, to love to
hate you
No wonder why you're still alone
A body bruised and beaten blue and black
No wonder why you sleep with the window open
You do this to yourself
Your lies, buried beneath the truth
Your lies, it's so hard to see through
Your lies, buried beneath the truth
Your lies, it's so hard to see through

Regret me, don't forget me
I want you to remember
Regret me, don't forget me
The last chance you'll have to stay awake
No wonder why you're still alone
A body bruised and beaten blue and black
No wonder why you sleep with the window open
You do this to yourself
Regret me, don't forget me
I want you to remember
Regret me, don't forget me
The last chance you'll have to stay awake