DEAR SANTA
On my wrist i draw a broken heart...

She walks a lonely road with different thoughts in...
she cant believe you lied and said the words you...

I feel so much inside of me
pilling on top of me waiting 2 be set free...

You said your love for me was true and for that...
you said what we had was not a regret it was fate...

Her pain would kill your laughter
suicidal Gothic freak is what they called her...