I lay awake at night,
and scream your name...
Somebody told me,
there's a purpose in my pain...
Although you chose to leave my house
With your belongings too...
Despite I am so called free I still feel in prison...
My heart so heavy every day I try to alleviate...
It feels great when you meet someone for the first...
It feels good when you fall in love with someone...
I finally let you go you know?
My heart was full of such sorrow...
Rain droplets making a beat as it hits the ground...
Gaining speed and then eventually slowing down...
Momma:
My momma, my love, my guiding light...
An eye for an eye
A heart for a heart...
You cut me out,
You cut me thin...
i should be in therapy right now.
“should” is an interesting word...
When the road ahead seems long and hard,
And you're feeling weak and scared...