Little black boxes
and pumpkin cars...
This pain is now my torture
and i don't know what to do...
Pain ripping every nerve
Willing your breath away...
Fairytales and daydreams,
Just illusions before my eyes...
Line after line, scrawled across the page in blue...
Words bleeding onto paper, describing a life...
I tell you that I'm not gonna cry
As tears run down my cheeks...
She hides the bruises once again
By putting on long sleeves...
Stagnate in motion, bound by your hate
These words flow freely, yet carry no weight...
Violets are blue and roses are red
But what do you do when the flowers are dead...
A sweet child, born on a snowy night,
born too early but still giving a fight...
Don't pretend to know me,
Don't pretend to care...
Smiles painted across familiar faces,
Hiding all the things they've done...