You get where you're supposed to be,but instead of smiling
you fall to your knees. You look at your scars and see the
pain hidden underneath. You afraid to speak out. Your afraid
to stand up.because it's been too long to just be able to
admit to the lies.The pain isn't work risking your life.

The reason is right there,the truth is at the end of your
toungue.If you could have only spit it out sooner before he
cocked his gun. 

With a bang filled sound and a smoked filled room,you see
that your dieing, with a bleeding wound.IT wasn't supposed
to be this way so people rush around,screaming in fear.

Your losing sight,the world is losing you.The attacker will
be found guilty because there is no way now they're gona let
him leave this room.

Crying won't help,wishing won't do.You only have wished he
didn't do this to you.Now on the ceiling,looking down.You're
not alive anymore,but the truth was out after 5 long year of
abuise.