Holding onto some Semblance,
of my former self...
I cry myself to sleep at nights
pretending with the lights turned out...
Starving to be pretty
Dying to be thin...
You said that time would heal my pain
So just hold on til tomorrow...
Do you know the taste of sorrow?
Watching the smiles you long to borrow...
Happiness unshared is a lie
just a cheap imitation of life...
Deep in a forest
crowded with trees...
Little Annie sits upon a wooden shelf
little black eyes stare out...
I lace up my chucks and I throw on a scarf,
Who knew these cuts would leave more than just...
She carves with such intensity
My kryptonite is burning up...
Painful memories I cannot escape
No matter how hard I try...
In a tunnel vision point of view
Still a step behind a happy ending...