A crying girl can **** ya
She'll rip your insides out, and keep them by her bed
A shelf of scars and lovestruck songs, torn to bits and shreds.
The days tick by and you watch your life as she packs and walks away.
The only words upon your lips are maybe just someday--
the world might open up its arms and greet you with a smile,
give your head a tender kiss and walk you through your miles.
Some worlds are not so kindly tho,
they'll beat you down to bits
they'll ask more of you than you could ever be, and push you down until you fit.
The puzzle shifts and flips around until you've lost your ground,
there's nothing you can really do but try your hardest not to drown.
The tears she cries fall like lead upon her trembling face,
the crying girl will bring you down, because you've already lost the race.
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
A crying girl can **** ya
She'll rip your insides out, and keep them by her bed
A shelf of scars and lovestruck songs, torn to bits and shreds.
The days tick by and you watch your life as she packs and walks away.
The only words upon your lips are maybe just someday--
the world might open up its arms and greet you with a smile,
give your head a tender kiss and walk you through your miles.
Some worlds are not so kindly tho,
they'll beat you down to bits
they'll ask more of you than you could ever be, and push you down until you fit.
The puzzle shifts and flips around until you've lost your ground,
there's nothing you can really do but try your hardest not to drown.
The tears she cries fall like lead upon her trembling face,
the crying girl will bring you down, because you've already lost the race.
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