Every day is a battle
Between fat and thin...
Dreams of someplace else
Of somewhere clear as day...
She held her child so tightly as she put him down...
Told him that she loved him and forever she would...
She painted tinsel in the dark
as demons stripped her soul...
When we first met I was your fare,
for you were taking me for a ride...
These nights.
These nights are filled with...
I may not wear pink
I may not wear short skirts...
To gaze upon his beauty, for her is pure bliss
Why has she fallen so hard, for such a guy like...
She's head over heels, so cliche, like a movie.
Butterflies in her stomach, whenever he is seen...
Physical pain or emotional, which one do you...
I think physical at least then hes not with her...
Shouldn't i be happy
shouldn't i just smile...
A sweet child, born on a snowy night,
born too early but still giving a fight...