The writing keeps me sane
It's constant like the rain...

Pen in hand
sitting in the sand...

7 girls
together since who knows when...

Underneath it all,
Is a broken 'n' empty soul...

She leaves the house and puts on a mask of...
This is her or at least the one that everyone...

This mask....
Everyone sees it...

I see the flashing lights in the distance
I know their rushing to give assistance...