It's 10:35, the devil's hour. It's hard enough being an unwilling loner. Why must you torture me, Satan? So I can't draw a few straight lines. That doesn't give you the right to brand me a slacker. I never said I was an artist. I'm just a student and you're just a teacher.
If I ask you would you take the necessary time and effort to understand wholeheartedly, were my hurt and pain comes from within me as a woman. Who sometimes be finding myself as a woman stumbling through, the mist of the confusion that seems to surround my heart and soul. For even as the whispers within my ears softly massages, my ears whispering your name to me from an far off distance, as it becomes an distractions for me to even think clearly. Yet it doesn't stop my tears from falling from my eyes into a pool of hurt and pain, along with the process of the suffering as it slowly begins to...
I'm not a goddess I'm just a girl Looking for something I've never found Then I turned around And I found you Holding me down
What's a girl to do When friends tell her She could have any man That she wants to When the men Just wanna have Their way with you † Don't wanna be used No, I don't wanna be abused I thought you were different From all the other boys Who want to treat You like a toy But I turned around And I found you Holding me down † ...
Come home Lost girl Sheís a Gone girl With dirt beneath her nails And blood dampened blonde hair Come back Troubled child Never thought Sheíd wander so And mess around With shadows and evil souls Come back Itís warm inside Before the bitter storm Eats you alive Skin and bone Sheís shrinking numb Slowly turning To ashy stone Come home
Normally around this time of year I start Thinking about you And since thereís no more we,
I listen to the videos With your voice I thought I was stronger than this But iíd rather walk around With my head down,
All I can do is listen To all these sad songs As I scroll through Instagram Seeing my friend Post about the love of her life I remember when i called you that, I wish i could turn off the radio It just reminds me how youíre not mine anymore
What is this wild god? Whether pride or the worship of our will Perhaps the voice that is a call neglected Or just the god we make of reluctance When I wake up from an un-lived dream
Profusely I bleed a mix of unnamed desires What swells within my wounds But a gnawing creature that claws from inside Seeking for adventure And while I sustained the will to breathe I feel as though at times I wasted every breath
Face to face I give answer to me For all that I have done that took from what I never achieved ...