From the finest of dust she was carved
with tremendous caution she was made...
He loves me once again, and
I took him back...
Love is an ambiguous feeling.
A feeling that can quickly seesaw you from feeling...
Sometimes you don't realize you miss someone until...
Now it is as though nothing has ever changed...
She rages like the air of Jupiter,
Currents of blush...
When I was a young girl
I do believe in fairy tales...
I sit here and I wonder why you keep coming back...
Is it because we are meant to be...
I don't think he likes me anymore
But the ride tasted so good...
This is one of those that I've never understood...
And like I said I never thought I'd write one of...
And it's the realisation that hits you hard
When you no longer hold what you could have had...
You will always be,
that seventeen year old girl...
Open your eyes,
See the world...