I wait at the window,
for daddy to come home...
There is a girl
who lives in my head...
Words are rather vexing to me
sometimes they flow nicely...
My mind keeps my heart beating
and yet it tells my hands...
It eats you alive
Crawling up your throat...
Cuts and scars are two different things, scars are the pain you've dealt with and cuts are the pain you're dealing with |