and i beleived
you said you would help
and through that i should have seen
that no one but me is in control
you can not help me
your trying gets old
and then when i think that im in the clear
you go and tell on me
making me way off here
and i find myself with the razor to my leg
but i will not tell
no matter how much you beg
because i know that trusting makes things worse
i cant get rid of my addiction
its my own curse
that i can not share with anyone else
but my broken heart
and my lonesome self
-Ally