This bad girl sits here smoking cigarettes and drinking cold beer while Metallica blasts in her ears.
She’s 14, Why is she this way?
Because she’s sad and f**ked up, that’s why. And this is her release from the cold steel cage.
All she wants is to make a good wage, Make it big, and maybe stand on a grand stage.
Her past holds her back; She’s battled hard trying to please everyone who comes into her life. A fight she cannot seem to win, A tired cold girl who no longer seems to care. That tired cold girl is me.
All my anger is hidden inside. I’m ready to break loose but a false hope holds me back.
My life is a cold steel cage. Hanging from the bars is a rope noose playing with my mind. It wants to break me free.
As time goes by the steel cage turns into a cold concrete room. My blood and handprints cover the walls, and my inner screams echo through the small room unheard.
I’m waiting, Just waiting for my pain to come to an end.
Do I even know who I am? I can’t tell anymore whether my life is good or bad. I might be sad but some things I see are beautiful. Even thought I can’t seem to reach them.
I’m lonely but scared of love, But more scared of my heart being broken again.
Hold me now; The noose is closing around my neck
Without happiness, without love, what is life worth?
Hold me now the concrete room is closing in
Is there anything left for me?
The only way to find out is to loosen the noose, and release myself from the concrete room I now call home. All I want is someone to hold me and lie, Please don’t cry, everything will be ok. Close your eyes and dream of a better place. Because someday you’ll break free and fly.
Will that ever happen? Ill wait and see, try to break the free, From the sadness, the concrete room, and the tight noose.
