I guess everyone moved on leaving those broken...
I guess everyone has been really busy they can’t...
"Maybe this time he won't stab me in the back"
I say, as I turn my back to my betrayer...
Lately I feel like one big question mark
I no longer know where I belong...
that sense of belonging
Is rarely felt...
I don't recall
the first time I knew him...
i lied and said i was fine
you believed it...
what have i done to deserve this
all i want is to be happy and loved...
An isolated fairground,
Dark and opaque...
Once,
move on...
Wolf, my wolf.....
hide, where do you go in the night...
Whoever made that
"Sticks and stones" parable...
The footprints in the sand send me home, but where...
by the footprints in the sands, the stars exploded...