She walks solo.
Her life hanging on to a thread...
The pain and violence contorting on her face.
Your probing abusive eyes penetrating her soul...
Oh dear,
it's hardly been a day...
His words are comforting;
His voice so soft and subtle...
When you wrap your arms around me
the world seems to come to a complete halt...
Black ruffled hair
Skin so fair...
I have the best friends in the world
but when I'm on my own...
One thing that I love about you
is that you always know what to do...
We dont choose how we die. |
If we don't get hurt, then there won't be a need for our prince charming to come and save us. |
We were given two hands to hold |