She sits on her bed,
And looks at the floor,
She doesn't want to love you anymore,
Tears fall from her eyes,
As they hit the floor.
She sees visions of you walking out the door,
She seems alright,
But look at her now!
Every tear that falls,
Is an exuse she has to make.
He wants her back,
But she has to reject,
Or more pain it will bring,
She wants none of that.
The hardest thing she said,
Would have to be,
'Your without me now, your soul can be free'
She regrets it all,
Even her first kiss,
She regrets the life that she missed.
It is now,
I stand by a stone,
With a name ingraved in,
'Nikki Jone',
A little heart broken girl,
Only 16,
Who forgot what life was supposed to be...
