The World
There's a lot of things that I wouldn't do
And there's a lot of things that I wouldn't say to anybody
Like I love you
Or I need you
And you surely wouldn't catch me wishing on a fucking star
So then why do I think about it all the time?
How weak do you have to be before you finally break down?
Or is that what death is for?
I don't know much about life
Or prayers
Or miracles
But I know that something's gotta give
I go through the same shit everyday
And it gets harder with every second
Every word that I refuse to say taints my heart
And pushes the real me further inside
In this fucked world there's something for me to obtain
But the odds are never in my favor
Questions, comments, concerns, reviews?
~Lady Erin