Monday, November 15, 2004 ;
she wants to cry
no tears flow
she wants to scream
no sound exits her throat
so she sits and stones
she sits alone
she sits and wonders
what the hell is wrong with her
tries to find some answers
but there's none
her heart is mangled
she is a mess
yet
she doesnt know what to do
she doenst know what to say
she finds life's a tragic mess
she is at a loss
she doesnt know what to do
she is me
WE WILL DANCE ; 6:17 PM
