Tortured soul, she never had a chance.
One look into those menacing eyes, and she was...
A song I wrote.
If I gave you the chance would you be satisfied...
Hurt
the need to cry...
Where moms are depressed enough to take pills
fathers abuse there kids for the heck of it...
Tired
of being there for you...
Trust
its a small word...
I smile
A forced smile...
What do you do when.....
angels stop to morn the dead...
What is this feeling?
Is it just in believing...