Standing in the middle of the two way, traffics...
Everyday seems harder shoving these sorrows...
Poor little sad girl walking like the living dead.
She's half dead, and finally met her end...
Some girls like sitting on the porch and watching...
I walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet, my strings are torn...
I once belied a mousetrap,
with leopard masking tape, mouthing some...
There's darkness all around me,
I feel cold and bare...
I am the dead soul that carries the living soul,
where love brings pain instead of joy...
Watch me as I slowly
fall into night's shimmering light...
I fear people
For that you call me a freak, a psycho...
There was a bird in the cage..eyes kept to the sky...
freedom in her wings.. but trapped in jail no...
Never thought of me as daddy back then.
And grand daddy must be a let's pretend...
In a small world
Full of big lies...