Pretty much my name is Roslyn I live in northern michigan and writing is my life. |
No one believed her when she said
Be nice to those who always look sad...
No one believed her when she said
Be nice to those who always look sad...
Sitting alone on the beach
She sat with her pain unable to be reached...
The walls are falling
Defenses are down...
The voices are back
Yelling and screaming...
You said you loved her, that she was your number...
Too bad it was all a lie, and now you are gone...