if you want to know about me then ask me and i'll tell you. |
I looked into your eyes
And saw something...
Why are you hiding little girl?
why do you hide under the covers...
Im tired, so tired
go away, stop staring...
Look into my eyes
And tell me what you see...
My head is pounding
I'm in so much pain...
I laugh because you think I care what you think about me. |
The beauty of art is it creates itself. |