Nichole-Marie is the name. I write because I like to. No paticular explanation. I love music, and hanging out with friends. |
Misery loves company
but I am her only friend...
I am so sick of me, Now that I see what I've...
I've pushed myself over the edge, How could I be...
You tell me I look pretty, but I ignore everything...
You don't see in the mirror, what I see everyday...
I don't know who I am anymore, but I know this...
And for some reason I can't bring myself to be who...
Would it be that hard to try?
Or am I just not worth your time...
Would it be that hard to try?
Or am I just not worth your time...
All these emotions
Everything in me...
And one day I hope someone rips out your heart,
Beating from your chest...
I don't know who I am anymore, but I know this...
And for some reason I can't bring myself to be who...
You tell me I look pretty, but I ignore everything...
You don't see in the mirror, what I see everyday...
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