its a work in progress...
Memerios of a nieve teenager
Come back in the night
Fears of lonlyness
Reminds me of you
No pain
Just tears
What was felt
was not real
but cannot be felt anymore
Inncocent thoughts
And wants
Turned to diaster
Time goes by
But the little girl
Inside still misses you
Moments of weekness
Try to bring me down
But then I remember
What felt like real
Was just pretend
Sometimes i wish I could find you
Sometimes I long to talk to you
But in the end
I know better
Then to wish for you
That would just be me
Being someone I am no longer
The girl that was
Is no longer
There for you