As I lay here listening to music I'm slowly dying inside. I'm nothing and yet you see more than I have. I don't see a girl who is willing to pay for the shit she is given I see the one who cowars at yelling cause evertime she dies a little inside. The first time she heard of it was the first time she was hurt so badly. The latest was from her mother and father agueing. She wants more than she has but has no plan. You can run away her brain says but what will that do. She lay in her bed ready to live but wants to die. Oh poor child, you had everything and then you lost it all. All to a war, a word and a death of a beautiful sole.
