Damsel in Regret

This one isn't about me.
It's a substitution of sadness.
So tragic, I had to put to it ink
So that maybe one day she could look at how she put it to sleep.
Remember back to these days when she couldn't of dreamed.
Walking with the heavy cross, but she's never soft or acts weak.
Even when dry eyes turn to black streaks
Mascara for the black cheeks and tissue.
Putting Academia in the back-seat for issues
Cause it's hard enough get through lonelyness.
A damsel in regret, but I could only guess
The roots of problems that she won't express
Cause she keeps venemous memories imprisoned when she holds her breath.
Negative attracts positive-
Cause positive is positive that negative is who she's better with.
Easier, and healthier cause you can never love a bastard
and a bastard would never let it matter
And it is obvious its abusive in every picture on the camera.
Might as well be laying in the darkness of a one room apartment
The heart on her sleeve hardened to a rock
And I listen cause I'm honored to be trusted
Even when trust is twenty five minutes of saying nothing
While she's continually explaining that she's afraid of loving-

I mean liking.

I mean I can't believe that she could be frightened
Wish each chick I see could be like, atleast seem like
they cared as she did, on some deep shit
Cause unlike most women she really know who she should be with.
I look at me and see a man without answers
Not because I think she isn't serious about the question
but because I wouldn't know better then the person living it.
Would be her shield from it
But I'll be real
If she's made it this far she can deal with it.
I just had to write a letter about this girl
Going round and round.
Tell her, slow down,
and breathe.