Turn around, Look at all the pieces laying on the floor. Can you tell me how they got there? Cause I sure don't know.
Maybe it's whats left of me, After everybody finished using me. Maybe I kept too much inside, But would you have seen through my facade?
The pieces are scattering all over, and I don't know if I'll ever get them back. Maybe change is for the better, Or will we all regret it?
SuperSingingSox · Thu Sep 11, 2008 @ 01:40am · 0 Comments |