she's just a girl an ordinary one at that.
nothing spectacular about her life but she don't mind.
she writes her feelings out on paper and later
turns it into a wonderful master piece
tired of all that has been said, tired of the past
repeating itself in her everyday life. she's not depressed
just sad...
a feeling that all teens feel from time to time.
she wants so much out of life, but sits back thinking to much
about time. she wants to prove others wrong but not sure
why.
she doesn't want pity
so she replaces it with a genuine smile too bad she cant do
that on the inside.
the bolts in her heart have been stuck for a very long time
kind of like those old wound up clocks that stop when
the batteries run out, maybe her hope and love ran out
of time.
her trust has been broken and ripped up too many times
that she no longer knows the meaning of it anymore.
each day she tries her best to not break down in front
of others and finds success.
But in her room at night the only thing you'll hear
are her muffled cries because she doesn't
want the world to know, she's to embarrassed to
say the way she feels inside.
as the days passed by she no longer felt that need to cry
because the pain was filtering out from her heart into thin
air; the bolts in her heart slowly begin to turn because she
finally found what she's been looking for...
