I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...
You said you'd run along,
then you didn't...
I’m staring
Into the eyes...
My, now tainted, soul,
Was formed from blow after blow...
There's something in my chest squeezing tight
my eyes are irritated and red from tryin' not to...
Sometimes in the darkness
the ghosts of the past come to call...
Silly little girl
Don't fool yourself...