I wrote your name on the bullet so everyone would know you were the last
thing that went through my head

As my tears fell they melted the ice cream in my bole,im eating my words like a broken hearted girl in a pain fulled hole.

I want to be the one you call at 3am,
telling me about the dream you've had.
Talk to me till day breaks in
and all the fears no longer seem bad.

Take these wounds.take my pride.theres so much of me i have to hide. the sadness hidden behind my eyes. my smile lies.