Growing Pains

There's a crack in the wall,
Where I cry and I sleep.
I would have died there,
But you rescued me.

Sweep it under the rug,
Forget that emptiness.
Wrap your arms around me,
I'll burn your name in my wrist.

Let's grow a field of diamonds,
From one simple seed.
Write stories of our love,
Too poisinous to read.

Rain drops tear me apart,
While lightning burns me shut.
I'm writing love songs for the enemy,
Who knew treason hurt this much?

My skin beneath your nails,
Your blood runs through my veins.
My heart is sick and hurt,
But they're just growing pains.