Valessa, you wear your pain wellnIt’s under your skin where no one can tellnBehind your eyes and skeleton framenWrapped like wisteria vines around your veinsnnAhead of you lies handfuls of tearsnThousands of chances for fate to appearnNew mornings to weaken the aching you feelnBut never will it disappearnnAnd know that sometimes your own bloodnCan leave you with open woundsnCut so deep they never stop bleedingnBut you don’t want to be the one who dies with a broken heartnThat had a chance at healingnnYour momma ain’t aroundnYou were your daddy’s little mistakenThe selfish can’t keep promises they makenNow your left to find from where you camenWith no road home no history to reclaimnnBut Valessa, don’t let this world get to younHappiness can be yours if you want it tonBecause family is just another word for the ones you lovenSo open up your arms honey let me give you somennAnd know that sometimes your own bloodnCan leave you with open woundsnCut so deep they never stop bleedingnBut you don’t want to be the one who dies with a broken heartnThat had a chance at healing