S o n n y M o n r o e
She's all a.l.o.n.e.
Wishing someone would
p i c k u p t h e p i e c e s.
The tears (/never/) dry.
The sorrow never stops.
Hair. Black as the {night sky}.
Clothes. Dark like the s c a r s
Soul. Dead f.o.r.e.v.e.r.
T a w n i H a r t
She waits at night
for a mother who
doesn't c a r e.
A dad who heals
instead of hurts.
A f.a.m.i.l.y. that
needs her.
She writes of a
[pr in ce] that will
s..a..v..e..her.
And -love- her
A (tear) falls on the
page.
Another dream
d.e.f.e.r.r.e.d.
Z o r a L a n c a s t e r
Be pretty.
Be pretty.
She wants to be pretty.
She wants to [stand]out.
Make a s c e n e.
She wants to be Tawni.
Have the boys fall
h.e.a.d.f.i.r.s.t.
So she sl i ce s
And cries.
Slice.
Cry.
Slice.
Laugh.
Be pretty.