That girl...
Although seeming strong, she silently sits and cries.
Living with all the lies, watching as her soul slowly dies.
She quietly whispers, " your not the one."
That girl there feels all the real pain, all her emotions are hung out on a line.
She has her faults and flaws just like everyone else, but the one thing she has that no one else has is... my heart.
Laying it all down on the table that girl there.. is the love I let slip through my fingers.
