Bruce DickinsonFaith

You knew I wouldn't go that's why you threatened me... would I stay? you crawled up on your knees a victioms pretty please... would I stay? would I stay?... and I stayed how many more times, till I breakout from that guilty mess you taught me to hate to love you that's because you love to hate yourself I wish it had a happy end like the fairy tales pretend there can be but things are not the same when your life love was a game of make believe you get everything you want but not everything you need and it's true... you recieve... what you achieve how many screaming fights, tears of rage until it ended how many times, till I say who I am and don't pretend © 2017