She lays there in the dark,
singing songs that make her cry.
smoking cigarettes,
burning them down one at a time.
She feels so guilty,
she feels so alone...
Sometimes she wishes this life weren't her own.
Looking in the mirror,
she can't recognize her face,
the clock is ticking,
shes losing the race,
of time, you see, and getting ahead.
times like these she wishes she was dead.
Slicing her wrists,
she likes to bleed,
it comforts her in her time of need.
How much more of this?
Has she gone too far?
She's lost now in her emotional scars.
She's living her life dead,
not open anymore,
not that fun loving life,
everyone adored.
She can't take the pain,
you can see it in her face,
but one simple moment,
can change all things.
*written by Desiré (me!) in October 03*
