Someday when the world isn’t so cold
And smiles smother her tempered heart
She’ll open her eyes to a new life
Vacating the existence of suffering
Leaving her world of hand me downs
She runs from shattered love
Expecting the collapse to destroy her
Second guessing what could have been
And not believing in second chances
Because her love is a hand me down
Soon enough she will see
The bold writing on the walls
Screaming there is more to life
If she would only open her eyes
To a life without hand me downs
But for now she will blindly walk
Wearing clothes saturated with pain
Skeptical of the love she deserves
Because her life is no more than a hand me down
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 2:08 AM UTC
Someday when the world isn’t so cold
And smiles smother her tempered heart
She’ll open her eyes to a new life
Vacating the existence of suffering
Leaving her world of hand me downs
She runs from shattered love
Expecting the collapse to destroy her
Second guessing what could have been
And not believing in second chances
Because her love is a hand me down
Soon enough she will see
The bold writing on the walls
Screaming there is more to life
If she would only open her eyes
To a life without hand me downs
But for now she will blindly walk
Wearing clothes saturated with pain
Skeptical of the love she deserves
Because her life is no more than a hand me down
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