They've said it all, hundreds of times
I've convinced myself that innocence is a crime
Compliments down-pouring, flooding my ears
But when I'm alone, I'm staring in mirrors
The boys wanting and willing to chase
But every night I lie alone, tears racing down my face.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
They've said it all, hundreds of times
I've convinced myself that innocence is a crime
Compliments down-pouring, flooding my ears
But when I'm alone, I'm staring in mirrors
The boys wanting and willing to chase
But every night I lie alone, tears racing down my face.
