Have you ever felt the trigger of a finger
Trigger of a fist
A feeling of hate not a feeling of a kiss
A smash to the face
A cut to the wrist
Happiness is a dream never to come
A feeling not know to some
Its the idea of the sadness
The idea of the madness
Its the cries
And the lies
The laughter cuts in
And the red oozes out
Nobody know what this girl is about
