She has a lazy curve on her lips
Like the colour of sin
It's the true shade of her heart
Not the vibrant lie she gives
It's the real colour of years of pain and sadness
A bitter sweet smile
The one she uses when she thinks no one is looking

When I see kids in the front seat of work vans
The old beat up ones
Or old crudy pick up trucks
Their is a pang of heart ache
Where you used to be

I got hurt again
You always hurt me
It's not your fault
I let it happen
I let it get to me
Like it always gets to me
It meant more to me then it did to you
I let it in
I let you in
I always do that
You always make me feel so nice
I feel good
Then it's gone
Like you
And my happiness
I let it slip away

I can hear the drums of war
As they echo off my rib cage
In my soul, war is being waged
Between the angels and demons
It's a silent sort of war
Still but ******
My demons are getting stronger
So strong
As the angels die off
And the night is still
As I am dying

***** me for trying to makes friends
It's hard
No ***** people and their selfish ways
I'd like to see you try

So close yet so far away
Are the flitting bats
They get caught in cobwebs I can no longer see
Or do I ignore them
Trapped they die
Along with my ambition

Such a sad, silly girl who crawls out windows
So unhappy and such a lair
With her painted face to hide her withered features
She dreams of elsewhere
Far far elsewhere
Where her tainted past can't touch her
Run run
What sweet words
What sweet thoughts
Maybe she is just too afraid
She feels like she's cornered
She can't get out
What a sinking feeling
What a sinking existence
She thinks
But instead of running she lights a cigarette and goes to sleep
Praying it would **** her eventually