...You know that girl...holding on to too many wasted years for dear life...cigarette dangling between her fingers pretending she's seen the world...In a corner...you would swear she's all alone but on and on she's whispering secrets to the wallpaper...She's got paint beneath her fingernails and hurt staining her hands...She'd cut you down with a bitter tongue and you'd never know the difference...I know what it means to lose it all...I'll do it once...and if it hurts...I'll do it again...I'm afraid of everything, but nothing...Everything I say...I mean it...I'm confused yet optimistic...Lonely yet loved...Starving yet satisfied...I don't know what I want, where I'm going, or how I'm getting there...I just want to enjoy the ride...Dance along the way...Kiss whoever I may...Drink what falls in my glass...Keep up as lives pass...Art and old couples make me cry...I have a black leather journal that I love to trace my fingers across...I'm trying not to hurt what I love yet not compromise what I desire...I'm trying...I really am...