Sitting. Here. Alone. Packed away. In the forest of thoughts. Everyone walked out. And bad thoughts poured in. Now. Nothing but the memories of all people
My clothes are ripped. their not Hollister or aeropostale. Their not designer. I can't afford that. My parents are not rich. I don't go to Florida on vacation every summer. I don't have a phone, laptop, iPod or all that. I'm happy with 2 crayons and paper. If I'm lucky, that's all I get.
Roses are red, Violets are blue did I actually cry over you? First time, Shame on you, Second, Shame on me. now, I look back, At our ups and downs, And im happy im done with you. Roses are red, Violets are blue.
so... I ask myself. As I sit on the front porch of the house, Thinking. Our future will be great! But not anymore. The worst has came. Karmas a *****. She came after you. And it affected me. It will eventually **** you. And when it gets you, I'll just laugh, I told you so, Not to do all those things. But nobody listens. To a frail girl like me.
I don't know your a cheater. I don't know your a player. I don't know what you will do to me. People tell me the things. But I believe your better. My motto... What I don't know won't hurt me. But now I know.. And I'm aching inside... If you really knew me, You should know what's wrong