Dedicated: To a little girl in Georgia, to river
There's a little girl in Georgia
Says she has no friend's
Poor thing doesn't realize the
Teouble she's in
There a little girl in Georgia
Wants to slit her wrists
Poor thing doesn't realize that
This ain't it
There's a world out there that's free
From everyone that she knows
Somewhere to be and
A place to call home
A space where she can
Breathe and let herself go
This is the place that you and I know
There's a little girl in me
Where she's always been
Pretending not to see all the
Horrible things
There's a little girl in me
Who's scared of the dark
I tell her to shut up cause
She's not very smart
There's a place that I go that
Makes me feel safe
A place where there's music
And I'm not a mistake
There is no place else for me
To go
Thats why I haunt the local
Punk show
There's a little girl in Georgia
Who cries herself to sleep
Who thinks to much and way
Too deep
There's a little girl in Georgia
Who doesnt realize
She's absolutely perfect in my eyes
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Hidden Feelings Book 1 (Poetry) (Journaling)
Short StoryIt's just a bunch of songs I wrote when I was feeling mad or sad or extremely happy and motivated. Their just a bunch of lyrics formed from my emotions. I mean I was trying to figure out how to express myself so I started using rhymes to begin with...
