Re-Clothed

Hey that corner in which you speak
Will drive the heart to yearn for better
He may have broke you
But you have now broken free
You will prove him wrong
What he stripped will be replaced
No longer must you mold to his liking
But if you choose to revert back to that state
His little play thing
That corner will become your tomb
And soon you wont hate him
You will only hate self
Self hatred
is the heart crying in
A heart crying in
Isn't what makes you attractive
Its the joy hidden in that corner
That makes people wanna help
Even though they see you
They can see your pain
They see your love
They know it is pure
So they walk away
Until you can fully shake him
No one can help
No one will try
Sadden by this fact
They continue to walk
As if you would push