I’m lost …. I keep collecting the pieces of my heart
but with no use they’re already broken
you keep me hanging … you keep me thinking this is the end
but it seems to be NO END
The pain is endless …. the days are longer
I am too young but i feel so old
I don’t know if this is my life but it seems to be everyones life
Wither they now it or not they’re miserable … just like me
But it feels so hard to say it .. to tell it .. to live it
So, you keep acting .. you keep drawing on who you are and start painting who they want
But that’s not what they want … it’s you what they want
That’s what they hate the most you …. so YOU hate YOU
cause they are right … they’re always will
cause they’re the pretty one’s
and everyone wants to be pretty
When will we realize the truth
when will realize that she’s not that pretty and he’s not that handsome
And that we are not that innocent
B
salwaadlyy 