Most of my stuff comes from a broken heart, tortured soul, and a life as a bastard. If just one person can relate then I've served my purpose here. |
I covered it in white tape
I wrote your name on it...
I'll hold my head high
You'll never see me cry...
Thursday night you gave me an extra long hug...
When i woke up Friday morning the rain was coming...
She closes her eyes
the salty stinging intensifies...
I wish you were here when I feel alone
I wish you were here when he brings me down...
We always laugh
We always kid...
I never knew your pain
I never knew your hell...
All my wounds have not yet healed |
I may have upset the other girls, but screw 'em--i'm queen. |
I always knew that I would look back on the times I cried and laugh; |