
wheres my exception?
what do i gain?
what is mounting, im feeling.
its written on my face. plain.
i called your bluffs
i cant ignore you for long
my exterior. i act so tough
my heart. its yours. is that so wrong?
i'll call for you shortly
i'll be there for you always
i cant control my feelings
so these numbers are my days
words that carry so much
come in threes
its me and you
can you see through the steam?
decently falling
crazily calling
walk tall?
i buckle and i crawl
crooked and bent
my grace is gone
days like this
into myself withdrawn
keeping the distance
my orders restrained
what its worth what i do
is really nothing gained
i cant tell you the truth
but you wouldnt see it anyway
so blind so bland
the worst kind of cliche
i feel you so near
'lets try to be friends'
but we all know what that tastes like
when we get to the predictable end
you said you cared
but your bullshit rang through
i believed it so what?
whats a girl to do?
so sweet so bitter
so old so new
life cuts like a knife
really whats a girl to do?



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