|it's amazing the creativity that comes with pain
||[Feb. 27th, 2006|10:17 am]
She sits in her room,
And looks at the broom,
She should use to sweep up her life.
But then she stares at the shambles,
And begins to ramble,
To anyone who'll listen to her strife.
She woke up and wanted to cry this morning,
Her eyes were already with tears.
She woke up and thought, "This is it," this morning,
And said goodbye to what she's wanted for years.
It hurts when she thinks of her,
But not when she dreams of her,
What could've been seems so far away.
They could not understand,
And so they have banned,
What she had, with her, every day.
And now the tears start to fall,
She's held them at bay until now.
And now her fears seem ten miles tall,
She's taken all she can allow.
And now her life seems all for nothing,
What could compare to what she had last night?
And all her life she'll spend searching for something,
And for her, she would've been worth the fight.
i have the lyrics, now i need the music...