There are starry skies in my little world.
Tears in the eyes of the broken hearted girl.
Forget me not, soulless man.
Who pryed the innocence from my hands. You got away, and day by day.
I think of the words I'd say.
If I saw you again, does it mean I win?
Facing my biggest fear.
The whispering, caressing, terrifying words in my ear make me squirm.
There's sunlight in my little world.
A blazing sun, melting salt into the slits
On the girl's wrists.
Standing alone in this desert crying.
Mind reminding,
heart denying.
Could this all be a dream?
There's darkness in my little world.
A strong black hole that sucks up the girl. Cold and alone, she'll never goes home.
Consequences and regrets
from choices before.
Girl with amazing acheviables,
succumbed to the demons and evils,
A mother at home, estranged and unaware.
Of the dangers deeply concealed,
worn and torn under my hair
There's spirits in my little world.
That of the evil, that of the girl,
thanks for taking a tour of the torture.
This is my little world of horror.
About the Creator
Pho3nix Child
Salt Lake City's realest female lyricist
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