We await in desperate silence for those to love us, that we first loved. Waiting for what we hope will be, what could be, and all that we've desired our entire lives. Compassion. Adoration. Comfort. Love.
She’s feeling your pressure To get attention In all the wrong places, Don’t you see her? She knows you’ll stop her From making the wrong decision One of the reasons she loves you, Won't you stop her? Stop her. Save her. Hold her. Love her. She’s getting attention In all the wrong places.
I was just ranting one day.. For all the young women I know, and don't know, that are searching for love but getting burnt instead. Rather rough-draft-ish