she sits in her room staring at the essay she needs to write.
The words just don't come out.
what was causing her to be so empty and cold.
how much do you have to give till its okay not to know what your doing.
how much pain do you have to endore before someone can truly love you.
how many people have to walk out of your life before you realize they don't want you.
how many mind games do i have to play before you decide " yea she the one"
