Dec 09, 2005 15:39
a locked door
a sharp knife
a letter laying on the floor
oh, how she hates her life
they all think they know her
but its all just a lie
she sits there all alone as a black tear falls from her eye
she thinks of all the pain, all the hurt, all the lies
the person she wants to be is the one she most despise
but nothings going right.
she hides it all from everyone, puts on this disguise
and cries herself to sleep every single night
she opens her eyes, puts his picture on her chest and wispers her last words "i will love you till death"
another innocent soul taken its own life
she found her cure in an old kitched knife.
she kisses everyone goodbye and waves her middle finger high, there never gunna mess with her again, she used up all her lonley teardrops now....so me.