The moon, the stars
They wept
And even the rain
Couldn't explain why
The storm in her soul
So vicious
It tore her heart apart
And wrung it dry
But everyone knew
She was the kind of girl
Who would never
Cry
So her eyes replayed for only her to see
The mess life had made
She burned, drowned
No one told her it was a lie
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
The moon, the stars
They wept
And even the rain
Couldn't explain why
The storm in her soul
So vicious
It tore her heart apart
And wrung it dry
But everyone knew
She was the kind of girl
Who would never
Cry
So her eyes replayed for only her to see
The mess life had made
She burned, drowned
No one told her it was a lie
