"its a new day" she tells herself. but...

I'm sick of the fighting
I'm sick of the crying...

Only 4 feet tall
with big brown eyes...

I'm looking out the window
the sun is shining on my skin...

I really thought i loved you
but then my heart was speared...

The days they just grow longer
and my heart it just grows cold...

blood stained petals
on the floor in my room...

The blade looks so escaping, the metal glistening...
she traces perfect pictures of her obscure life...

Feeling like a single moon among a million stars
kept inside a single cell trapped behind the bars...

Walking down the crooked road
that seems to hold my fate...

I haven't slept since Thursday
and I'm drowning in my bed...

all those nights that i would cry
i really thought that i could die...