11-19-2010, 11:37 AM
Shes sorry, she just can't be perfect,
She cries sometimes, she gets hurt,
She gets angry, she screams,
She gets in fights, she makes mistakes.
They always say, she is flawless,
That she is beautiful, there is nothing wrong with her,
The lies that flow out of her mouth,
Just as fast as blood flows through veins.
Maybe she is wrong, maybe shes making it all up,
She could be right, things could be wrong,
She could be in over her head,
It may all be a fantasy, the mistakes are a fake.
Is she right, or is she wrong?
Is everything okay, does she just not see the good?
Can everything be true, can everything be broken?
Or is she blind, and cannot see her own perfection.
Things could be worst for her, so very worst,
She looks beyond the open wound,
The tears fall from her eyes, they drops stain her pillow.
Every tear, is a lie. It's all pretend... a fairytale.
She cries sometimes, she gets hurt,
She gets angry, she screams,
She gets in fights, she makes mistakes.
They always say, she is flawless,
That she is beautiful, there is nothing wrong with her,
The lies that flow out of her mouth,
Just as fast as blood flows through veins.
Maybe she is wrong, maybe shes making it all up,
She could be right, things could be wrong,
She could be in over her head,
It may all be a fantasy, the mistakes are a fake.
Is she right, or is she wrong?
Is everything okay, does she just not see the good?
Can everything be true, can everything be broken?
Or is she blind, and cannot see her own perfection.
Things could be worst for her, so very worst,
She looks beyond the open wound,
The tears fall from her eyes, they drops stain her pillow.
Every tear, is a lie. It's all pretend... a fairytale.
You say, that you want me to forgive you. But how could I, if you won't admit what you did wrong. -Written by me, Michelle
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