"Sticking round is in my nature" ~ Kiana
Did you ever care?
Hands on the Bible, I want you to swear.
My anxiety flares and I was chocking on thin air,
You saw right through me, you left me bare.
Why did you lie?
To protect me, or keep you high?
Baby look at me and tell me why?
I'm not good enough but trust me I try.
She's better than me, just let me cry!
Was it all pretense?
"The girl with scars, I'll help tend."
I've made more scars, there is no end.
The queasy feelings deep inside; meet anxiety, my new friend.
Will you ever miss me?
On those cold nights I pray you wish we could be.
Beneath my lover, now you see,
It was our time, only if you'd have seen.
