Lost and broken,
Hopeless and lonley,
Smilin' on the outside,
But hurt beneath my skin,
My eyes are fadin',
My soul is bleedin',
I'll try to make it seem ok,
but my faith is wearin' thin,
So help me heal these wounds,
The've been open for way to long,
Help me fill my soul,
Even though this is not your fault,
But I'm open,
And I'm bleedin',
All over your brand new rug,
and I need someone to help me to sew them up,
I only wanted a magazine,
I only wanted a movie screen,
I only wanted the laugh I read about and dreamed,
And now my mind is an open book,
And now my heart is an open wound,
And now my life is an open soul for all to see,
But help me to heal these wounds,
They've open for way to long...
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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