(no subject)
She has this feeling a top of her nose
It's not really there
But, she's scared and it shows
Fidgeting through all of lives simple tests
She stall till the clock dies and there's nothing left
What's to be said of a girl so afraid
She need's to be nurtured before it's too late
When she's in the bathroom there's no one around
And cries at the evil as it cycles round
She leaves with a cluster of thoughts in her head
Her burdens are not light they may leave her dead
Covering all of her imperfections
What she's told herself has become infection
It's not really there
But, she's scared and it shows
Fidgeting through all of lives simple tests
She stall till the clock dies and there's nothing left
What's to be said of a girl so afraid
She need's to be nurtured before it's too late
When she's in the bathroom there's no one around
And cries at the evil as it cycles round
She leaves with a cluster of thoughts in her head
Her burdens are not light they may leave her dead
Covering all of her imperfections
What she's told herself has become infection