god knows how many times she was broken
god knows how many guys left her chockin'
god knows how many times she had cried
over someone in the crowd
how many times was outspoken
YOU ARE READING
you used to be mine
Poetryi've been struggling to write. i couldn't eat well, read well, sleep well;but here i am once more with these poems/lyrics.
God knows
god knows how many times she was broken
god knows how many guys left her chockin'
god knows how many times she had cried
over someone in the crowd
how many times was outspoken