I was nothing more than the flower you plucked from the ground and tore apart petal by petal.
I was nothing more than a car wreck, a heaping mass of metal and broken glass; You couldn’t help but stare as you drove by, but a couple miles down the road I was forgotten.
I was nothing more than a body to fill the blank space in your bed.
I was nothing more than another number on your list, another one of your conquests.
I was nothing more than the ****** up girl who fell hard and fell through your fingers.
I was nothing.
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
I was nothing more than the flower you plucked from the ground and tore apart petal by petal.
I was nothing more than a car wreck, a heaping mass of metal and broken glass; You couldn’t help but stare as you drove by, but a couple miles down the road I was forgotten.
I was nothing more than a body to fill the blank space in your bed.
I was nothing more than another number on your list, another one of your conquests.
I was nothing more than the ****** up girl who fell hard and fell through your fingers.
I was nothing.
