I've just reached my seventeenth birthday.. most people would be happy about it. But I'm not sure how to feel.. starting at the peak of my teenage years I got the short end of the stick.. at 12 I began to drink and smoke, suppose I thought I was cool. Then at 13 I dated an older boy, he was 17 and I didn't think much of it.. When he first hit me I was angry, I was raised to be strong and stubborn and to never give in.. Until I met him...
The Phantom:
I remember the uncommon silence, In the way that he stared. The fear envoloping my body, He told me he cared.
I remember the pain, While he brought me to Hell.. I remember the tears, While my whole world just fell.
His touch was acidic, And his tongue was a razor.. I asked for some help.. But none were my savior.
Turn the blind eye, Maybe you should obey.. I couldn't give in.. Not if I wanted to see another day..
I tried to fight back, Screams filled the room. The phantom laughed at me, My demise would be soon.
His eyes were my death, But his death was my high. I stare at his grave, Never again I will cry.
Luck has it's fate, But the phantom's still there.. I see him in sleep, I see him.. everywhere.
The Phantom:
I remember the uncommon silence,
In the way that he stared.
The fear envoloping my body,
He told me he cared.
I remember the pain,
While he brought me to Hell..
I remember the tears,
While my whole world just fell.
His touch was acidic,
And his tongue was a razor..
I asked for some help..
But none were my savior.
Turn the blind eye,
Maybe you should obey..
I couldn't give in..
Not if I wanted to see another day..
I tried to fight back,
Screams filled the room.
The phantom laughed at me,
My demise would be soon.
His eyes were my death,
But his death was my high.
I stare at his grave,
Never again I will cry.
Luck has it's fate,
But the phantom's still there..
I see him in sleep,
I see him.. everywhere.