Nothing left with which to heal
all her fairy dust is gone
a wannabe scarlet artist,
all her pictures have been drawn
Too weak to be a good girl,
too strong to be considered weak
trapped in an inbetween,
there's nothing new there, so to speak
Eleven thirty and she knows,
knows that there's three more hours til she sleeps
a sudden hunger and aloneness...
it leaves her wishing to paint something deep
Too bad there are too many promises
to too many people who have let her down
why is it ok for them to lie to her?
but she has to be perfect, can't fall to the ground
Remembers it's always her fault,
that she was right, she doesn't deserve sweet dreams
too warm in the room with purple walls
how claustrophobic her night sky seems
Too weak to be a good girl,
--this is plain funny, because you ARE a good girl, you're wonderful
a sudden hunger and aloneness...
it leaves her wishing to paint something deep
--strong words
she doesn't deserve sweet dreams
-yes you do, that's why i always tell u sweet dreams, duh, jk
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