Unearthed Relics 9/10/06
I've been "that girl", and "this girl". I've been the "in girl" and the "out girl". I've even been "their girl". But let's be honest here, I was never YOUR girl. Sure, it was the thing to say to make it all work out in your way. You never wanted me, and you never had me. You merely borrowed the pieces you liked, and then you left the rest, the best of me to sit and rot.
So now, here I stand with gaping holes and seeping wounds; an emotional, spiritual zombie. So dead, but yet somehow still lackadaisically roaming these streets of the so-called living.
So tell me, just what did you do with all those parts you stole? Because I'd like them back. I'm rather missing my smile, and the twinkle that once lived in my eye.
So now, here I stand with gaping holes and seeping wounds; an emotional, spiritual zombie. So dead, but yet somehow still lackadaisically roaming these streets of the so-called living.
So tell me, just what did you do with all those parts you stole? Because I'd like them back. I'm rather missing my smile, and the twinkle that once lived in my eye.