naive and slow, but has a fast mind. she seeks for something that isn't there. she seeks for loving at such a young age. desperate, too damn naive.
she doesn't know it, but the summer heat is what keeps her going. the stars are dying as the sun rises and her spirit falls. the grass ain't green no more, its emerald and she's stepping on those stones like she steps over herself.
damn, why doesn't she know she's special? she doesn't seek help, but she sure does need it is what her mom tells her as she fights back from a cry, but really feels like she wants to laugh and die inside.
cranes in the sky, she's flying with the angels and she's soaring and falling and getting back up. her hairs down, the records playing and her spirit lifts up with god as the fallen angels play tricks with her mind.
she sits in front of a bed that the devil sleeps in and she's too damn captured by the fact that the demon beside him looks like her.
she isn't going to be loved until she learns to love herself.
