With the lines that cross her wrists
and the blood pooling from her veins
you'd think she was normal
you'd think she was sane
Cheer captain and class president
and the awards for best actress
You'd think she was prefect
You'd think she learned from the best.
Her Mama, a saint. Her father a sailor,
She twists and twirls in the breeze.
Crying for the days of yesteryear
and the people she left behind.
Its all a dream, she isn't sane.
She never was.
She lost it all, and isn't turning back.
She isn't going home.
They found her body, broken and dismembered, under a bridge and you can see the last tears she cried etched into her makeup. Crying and loving and laughing till the last moment when that last breath exited her lips and she left this world. She was never perfect, she wanted you to believe she was. And, boy, she had you going. Its incredible what people will believe if you want them to.
Goodnight and Farewell my loves
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
With the lines that cross her wrists
and the blood pooling from her veins
you'd think she was normal
you'd think she was sane
Cheer captain and class president
and the awards for best actress
You'd think she was prefect
You'd think she learned from the best.
Her Mama, a saint. Her father a sailor,
She twists and twirls in the breeze.
Crying for the days of yesteryear
and the people she left behind.
Its all a dream, she isn't sane.
She never was.
She lost it all, and isn't turning back.
She isn't going home.
They found her body, broken and dismembered, under a bridge and you can see the last tears she cried etched into her makeup. Crying and loving and laughing till the last moment when that last breath exited her lips and she left this world. She was never perfect, she wanted you to believe she was. And, boy, she had you going. Its incredible what people will believe if you want them to.
Goodnight and Farewell my loves
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