To that teardrop rolling down my face
You are such a f*cking disgrace
I hope you can keep up at my pace
I am on a never ending chase
I will run without a trace
Get out of my space
You are misplaced
You can not outrace
I will keep my embrace
I am a lightweight
You will see me anyplace
I am made out of a fire base
YOU ARE READING
Metaphorically Gone
RandomThis is just a bunch of entries from a depressed girl's mind. Yeah, I get sad a lot. Yeah, I have scars. Yeah, I'm unhappy. Yeah, I hate myself. Yeah, there are a lot of things wrong with me.
