Face first in the ground,
that’s the way you had me found,
you do this to me every time,
you know this really is a crime.

All you do is slap me around,
very time I’m left in a mound,
with scars that last forever,
and memories that will not tether.

I might even try to plea,
that after your done with me,
just to let me find my knife,
because this is no way to live a life.

But even those you lock away,
is this because you want me to stay?
No one believes me when I tell,
they always reply with 'like hell'.

You never used to be like this,
you never had me at my wrist,
but something changed deep inside you,
something I don’t like which is new.

I can’t help it though,
it's the biggest thing I have to tough,
the thought that maybe you'll change back,
and maybe, just maybe, you'll stop using crack.

I still feel the same way,
I know that this means I have to pay,
but in the end waiting for you to change,
would be the best thing we could arrange.

I’m torn between your two sides,
and am taken on the two rides,
but they are both quite similar,
there’s not a lot to differ.

To be honest I did deserve the bruises,
I made your friends feel like losers,
when I tripped and spilt that drink,
all I saw after that was a shade of pink.

Maybe I have been wrong to accuse you,
I need you to keep me around too,
please don’t leave me on the street,
I can hardly stand on my two feet.

I have always loved colors’ and I am grateful,
a lot of my favorites I can cull,
purple, pink, yellow, green and blue,
as they are all over me it's true.

And as this night goes on,
I see you aren’t a con,
you treat me how you think,
best thing is that you don't even blink.