She didn't know what she was doing
On her own to buy a car
There was only interest offered
From her tyranical abuser
Lying silently, draped over her bed
She tried to plan it out
How she'd know which car to buy and buy it
Before she gave in to her dad's "support"
......
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
......
My life was so exciting and busy, but still I was dissatisfied,
For my job was going nowhere, like blooms with noplace to hide.
I had for long had a dream, of becoming a world famous singer,
But instead I sang backup, for my best friend, a real zinger!
Our group was a huge success, but I thought myself very limited,
Like moonlight at pink dawn, once finding itself much inhibited.
My friend deserved to sing lead, for she had an amazing voice,
......
I sit in darkness,
hiding my pain,
in regions of sorrow,
my thoughts remain.
Torrents of tears,
run down my face.
as I search for comfort,
In a warm embrace.
A thousand thought,
......
I know how lost and lonely
Your world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile
Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat
......
She didn't know what she was doing
On her own to buy a car
There was only interest offered
From her tyranical abuser
Lying silently, draped over her bed
She tried to plan it out
How she'd know which car to buy and buy it
Before she gave in to her dad's "support"
......
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
......
I sit in darkness,
hiding my pain,
in regions of sorrow,
my thoughts remain.
Torrents of tears,
run down my face.
as I search for comfort,
In a warm embrace.
A thousand thought,
......
The Rot is a favorite of mine
As deep as she’ll drag me
I’ll enjoy every stain
and end up carcass
This fleshy pleasure
Of cinnamon odours
And deadly reality
Shall still make me dream
......
I'll survive,
In the shadow of our silhouette,
The tears that stain our pillow,
I'll survive
So let me cry, these blistering tears,
They won't matter for years,
They just dampen my fears,
That I'd hurt you again,
......