The girl I used to be.
Trapped in memories, I can see.
I can see she's pretty
Not sleeping around the city
I can see she's happy
Not untrusted cuz she's crafty
The girl that I am.
They turn and whisper damn,
Sending nudes becomes a hobby.
Drank to much, my heads groggy.
Smells of smoke and tears,
Consumed by her fears.
The girl I will be.
There's only two paths for me,
One is death, one is to live.
Death would me most affective,
No more heartache or pain.
To choose to live is insane.
I choose death, that's my final say
It wont be today,
And yes maybe they'll cry,
There will be a time when I say
....Goodbye
