*~ My Life is so confusing!~* |
High Class
Ghetto Ass...
I need a man.
Not a thug...
Roses are red,
Violets are blue...
Fractured ribs, the punch has landed.
Battered, wounded, twisted legs...
If these walls could talk,
you'd know my body is dead...
I wish you knew what you put me through... |
Do band-aids fix broken hearts? |
I realize im at one of those stages Where im mad @ the world, |