I spent last night consoling you Your hurt flooding Kleenex after Kleenex Make a mess, don't spare a thought We ladies must stick together When the arms that should protect us Raise in anger That is not the love of a man That is the insecurity of a coward In the dark, lost You do not need more shadows Keep on shining pretty girl I'll be your mirror
To Brittany. Last night was rough but you survived. I hope you come into your own and realize that love does not have to be painful or a game of using. You deserve to be loved the way YOU want to be loved.