Something tells her that it isn't right
but could it just be her mind again?
acting up when things seem right
to save her from one more fatal heartache
she laughs when is expected
she is there when is needed
she talks when there is silence
but she cries behind closed doors
afraid of repeating the heartbreaking past,
inevitable fear constantly surrounds her.
always asking, always worrying, always wondering
she just cant break free from the chains of regret.
cant make up her mind, her heart races
her heart and mind are constantly at
each other's throats. each knows what
is best but its impossible to get through to her
maybe shes got it all wrong
maybe you cant save her
all she wants to hear is shes beautiful
in her darkest hour.
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this took like 2 seconds and i really dont mean for it to have much potential for greatness. just venting.
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