Sitting cross-legged on her porcelain throne,
Chest heaving quiet cries of unknown angst...
Im broken and bleeding
My hearts not leading...
Im a wishful thinker babe
with the worst intentions...
Sweet talks lost, long walks
living a silent motion picture...
Sweet talks lost, long walks
living a silent motion picture...
Im a wishful thinker babe
with the worst intentions...
Verse 1:
Drifting down in the river, he is free...
Im broken and bleeding
My hearts not leading...
I hate to see you sad, I wish I could help
I cant think of anything to say, funny or clever...
Dear you know who you are, |
To put it simply...I hope you choke. |
&& I guess that's life's reality...knowing that everytime you trip, Prince Charming's not gonna be there to break your fall (but your face will). |