Dead Inside
She is always insecure
And a little dead inside
Sometimes she builds confidence
But is a little dead inside
And when the confidence boils over
She's still a little dead inside
She goes in for the kill
Though a little dead inside
And when that thing she killed, kills her
She falls dead inside
She melts away into her corner
It's okay
She was always dead inside
Copyright © Shanda Braxton | Year Posted 2017
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