I woke up this morning,
Sore as could be...

*Reflection*
She turned to look around the corner...

She walked up to the guy,
that currently had her heart...

She smiles and laughs,
this is all pretend...

Eight long months,
Have come and past...

She grew up in a small town,
one where no one knew her name...

The terrible fights,
And the Sore throats...

Today a little girl,
With very little hope...

Scraped Knees,
And broken bones...

I find myself dizzy,
The world spinning round...

The blood dripped,
from beneath his skin...

She looked out her window,
stared into the sun...