I used to think your lips tasted like rain But now the storms in my head And my cloudy eyes are pouring And I can't quite figure out how to find the sun
The kids who have pencil sharpeners that can no longer sharpen who use lighters but dont smoke Who wear makeup on their arms instead of their face who's eyes are red from crying, not getting high Heres to the kids who are broken Not because they deserve it But because life is a gamble A game And they lost
A broken girl with a dream to dance she would do anything if given the chance the future seems grim but she can see the light she must keep going forward to make it alright
her life may have been slowed but its just another bump in the road with hard work and determination she will undoubtedly reach her destination