Date: 4-14-2008
Never be pretty enough, never be good enough. Something beautiful, but nothing special at all, encouraging words are considered to be poisonous food.
Crying blood for tears, whatever happened to the golden years? Broken, the staircase to heaven burns down and erase several important major accomplished
milestones. Insecure, pure soft sensitive cookie dough heart endure nonstop negative criticism and pessimism. Wearing a peasant dress, take one more step closer
toward hitting rock bottom and becoming a loser who has unpleasant thoughts. Shy small invincible ant, worthless rag doll servant with a giant heart of gold, recover
talent through singing a very sad lament. Glitter in the air, shattered useless pieces of an old bittersweet love letter, promises no better days are up ahead. Silent
screams, paper dreams about coffee and cigarettes. Rough and tumble, stupid careless rebel stumble into deep double trouble and then fall from grace. Struggling to
embrace terms of endearment, this weeping marble stoned angel statue sees nothing beyond the concrete cement.