Angel Campbell

never assume
that things will go your way
never assume
that tomorrow will be a better day
never assume
that there are more fish in the sea
never assume
that one hit, won't turn into three
never assume
that words never hurt
never assume
that once broken, it could never work
never assume 
people understand
never assume
someone actually gave a damn
never assume
you know me
never assume
your getting the whole story
never assume
for your most likely wrong
never assume
that we belong

WHAT WE BECOME

the adults who live today
are what we become
viewing eyes develop through
what mommy and daddy have done

for some it's not so bad
a perfect life so to say
but sheltered as they often are
naive to the worlds ways

others have to fight
to avoid raging fists
a brusied mother watches
as her child takes the hits

many girls suffer
from the hands of twisted men
who enjoy there compulsion
of manipulating them

so don't be surprised
if the son beats his wife
or if the girl makes her money
working the streets at night

we become what we see
as you see what we become
we are tomorrows yesterday
living through what you begun

SUBMIT

sew up the wounds
patch up the scars
to leave not a trace
of this relationship of ours

hit after hit
she takes with a scream
for when she was a little girl
this was not her future dream

but this man she loves
so she takes his every hit
lost in a world of pain
to him she does submit

as the hits get harder
and the bruises get darker
she feels the love for him
no longer

she loves only the blade
that lye's upon her wrist
no pain, she slowly sighs
as the blood begins to drip

each droplet contains
the pain she did suffer
for no reason at all
at the hands of her lover