Tears fall from this cheek of mine
Where words never do quite rhyme
People whisper behind my back
I just blend into the background all dressed in black
Little confused girl, where she lives, she's so alone
In this big confused world, she sins, Nobody's home.
Close the curtain the show is over
Lingers on with no constant closure
Pretty reckless with strings of loud protest
I fall onto my knees darling where it's there that I confess
Big empty soul, where she hides, she's so cold
Heartache that's hard to let go, she collides, She's made of gold
Minted pillow with the smell that lingers on
Heartache reminders of things that went wrong
Bow their heads with fake smiles on their faces
Tiny lies living in this town with such unfamiliar places
Queen without her crown, she falls, she falls apart
Where there's no sound, She calls, She breaks her heart
Twirls around in her satin yellow dress
Where she prays for happiness and nothing less
Twinkle in that forever innocent eyes
Where everybody betrays while they spit out their lies
Just a fool, where she moves, she knows
Always cruel, She has no clue, she wants to go
The sheets that she lays upon beneath her skin
Where she falls asleep knowing who she is within
The spark that lights on bright between the night
Where fools they laugh thinking they were right
Always tainted, she's broken, she needs a hand
Always hated, She's hoping, She wants someone to understand
About the Creator
Heather Watkins
I'm thirty. I have three children and I love writing. Writing to me is like music for my fingers. It's the best key way for me to express myself as well as for you to truly understand me.
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