The girl in the back of the room
staring at her scars
Lines of red,
shooting stars
I think she's lost
in forest frost
I'll hold her hand
If she demands
A friend,
as her,
comes once,
when mindset seems sure.
I hope you find
the one who's kind
I hope you find
The one with our messed up mind...
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
The girl in the back of the room
staring at her scars
Lines of red,
shooting stars
I think she's lost
in forest frost
I'll hold her hand
If she demands
A friend,
as her,
comes once,
when mindset seems sure.
I hope you find
the one who's kind
I hope you find
The one with our messed up mind...
