Confession

The sky is turning gray
I'll cry if I look away
now as it starts to turn red
my heart pounds in my head
turns the color of roses
I don't let you know this

sun was out yesterday
but things are not the same
I hate living in your eyes
the fist in all your fights
the blame for every miss
your ungranted wish

the last time I fell
you said you wish me hell
I didn't wanna be your puppet
I could never be perfect
and you couldn't mold me
into what you need
and i thank you for the freedom
though these scars, i didn't need them.