But I find myself doing anything for you And I find myself falling asleep wishing you were here And then I dream about you just holding my ******* hand But the love songs I hear always make me think of your goofy smile And the movies and the shows about romance make me think about us And then I dream about you feeling the same way
i try to suppress the pain but emotion isn't docile i form words to explain but it's all juvenile & i want to be heard but language is so futile though i can think as an adult, i speak like a ******* child
the ringing in my ears won't seem to cease my body burns in hell while everyone else gets to roam free no hope for the future hope is naive
i'm just longing to feel nothing, because nothing creates peace.
A young girl stands in front of the mirror Her hands gripping on to her hip bones And she still believes that she is too fat She is holding her breath and ******* it all in Her lips are pouting Her eyes are wandering Her face is flushed