The words I Love You taken to lightly misused guilt cross the mind of many.
Truth of the matter is I believe that she is lost. The many paths she had chosen. Somehow, something happened and time seem to have just jumped from one point to another as she blames the world for her misdeeds that lead to something in life she wasn't able to understand. She talked about change though need to focus on changing her ways.
Blurred out the words I Love You so much she's out of touch of her own personal life an how she should feel. She's struggling with an emotional bond. What she does isn't right but she believes her speed is all natural and we can't question her beauty. Only sometimes when her attitude makes her so ugly you can't stand her presence. She wants sympathy from others. Attention hungry. Just having a pretty face doesn't get what you need out of life she knows she needs to improve her inner beauty. Though she has all the wrong answers. She believes Back seat of cars answer the questions needed allowing men to touch her soul, and her boyfriend wasn't any different, closed doors.
Many men know her past better than she does, small town girl wanting to be in the real world. Body worn damages taken toll a nasty attitude spread even her so call friends seem to make excuses for her past. It's the same story shared by them and compared.
Damages made, it was too late to save her because she blames the world around her along with the people that loves her. Whats next? She been passed around already and daddy's little girl never have been so little or innocent, just bent. Confused, no understanding of her own life and a child hangs in the balance, as she cries wondering whats wrong with her. Her short term relationships always suffers situation gets worst. Protection kept close because her bed tells stories of so call love encounters.
Whats next? Who will be the blame for relationships gone wrong? So many excuses made and love never played its role. Just spoken words, meaningless. Just like the thoughts that come to her mind. Times tells it proven facts. The ones that cares are pushed away, she loves the pain she feels inside. Holding her umbrella that rains, yet she smiles. Rain boots wet inside, shell grow up one day just praying time doesn't catch her looking for love in all the wrong places.