Dear Journal,
Daddy told me you were gone...
Santa Claus is just a memory
From way back when I was young...
I sat there watching
You play your song...
You're not worth my tears
You're not worth my pain...
You lied straight to my face
You said that you cared...
Where is the girl I used to be
The girl I used to know...
You're not supposed to do anything while wearing Cons. JUst lean against a wall and cry a bit. |