And You Got High

You say I'm strong and I can carry on,
Like nothing even happened,
But I wear my scars on the inside,
Because I have too much pride.

You lock your door and grab your pipe,
I lay away and start to cry and you get high,
You won't be getting any sleep tonight,
And neither will I.

Do you ever breakdown and start to cry,
And for second did you even wonder why,
I packed up my things and left you behind.

You lock your door and grab your pipe,
I lay away and start to cry and you get high,
You won't be getting any sleep tonight,
And neither will I.

I tried to scream but there was no voice
And you wouldn't listen and I had no choice,
Just know I love you and I'm thinking of you too,
But I'm not coming home you need to do this on your own.

You lock your door and grab your pipe,
I lay away and start to cry and you get high,
You won't be getting any sleep tonight,
And neither will I.

Have you ever just felt so fucked inside,
That all you can do is just sit there and cry,
And as the scratch start to scar your face,
I shut my eyes and remember a place,
Where we used to go and roam,
And I had a stable home.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010