My voice is small
But can be heard...
Mama,mama,mama
I'm still the little girl...
Cant feel the wind brush my face,
lost in sorrow...
MY EMOTIONS WERE HIDDEN BENEATH THE TRUTH
A WHILE AGO SO I DINT HAVE TO FEEL THE THING'S I...
Theres always going to be girls like me
With the hurt the pain and the lies...
I borrowed a smile from a dead clown
By ripping its tainted cold lips...
You left me begging on my tired and aching knees,
Said we had to turn to time to figure this all...
How can something be so loud but so quiet.
my mind is racing with thought...
Writers block
cant find the words...
Three shots
And he watched her bleed...
He called out her name drifting out of control
he had felt it was time to loose his soul...
Moonbeams dance across frosty window panes
Shadows waltz on cold wooden floors...