Frustration
She wishes she could write the perfect words
upon her tattered piece of paper
she wants to be herself
with no one else to shape her
Sitting in her room with the stereo up high
the word are running though her heard
her big green eyes are open
staring at the starry sky
upon her tattered piece of paper
she wants to be herself
with no one else to shape her
Sitting in her room with the stereo up high
the word are running though her heard
her big green eyes are open
staring at the starry sky