There’s this girl I know. She wakes up every morning. She lies down every night. All in all together, she wishes she could die. I don’t know what’s wrong and it’s pointless just to ask because she’d walk away and act as if she’s not sad. What makes that girl stand out to me is she’s always smiling away like nothing ever happened to screw up her day. She struts around the hall and hangs about the mall, but it’s pretty hard to see her ways and why she hangs her head and cries at the end of every day. There’s this girl I know. She’s a sad girl in all honesty. All she’s tried was letting go when holding on was her destiny.
'Weak' is Just a State of Mind.
March 8, 2012