The fingertips upon my neck stunk of stale cigarettes
the breath upon my face of smoke. I handed over my
dreams with such disdain. My mind was elsewhere, was
I to blame? The moon above me soothed my mind as the
tears rolled down my face, hurt I could not hide. Now I'm
such a mean girl, he took my life, ruined my world.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
The fingertips upon my neck stunk of stale cigarettes
the breath upon my face of smoke. I handed over my
dreams with such disdain. My mind was elsewhere, was
I to blame? The moon above me soothed my mind as the
tears rolled down my face, hurt I could not hide. Now I'm
such a mean girl, he took my life, ruined my world.
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