Saddest Days of Her Life
ANOTHER DAY IN THIS CRAZY PLACE,PLENTY OF TIME AND SPACE AND ROOM TO PACE.
TO RETRACE THE STEPS THAT LANDED ME IN THIS ROOM, FULL OF UNCHAINED
MELODIES, PETTY THOUGHTS AND COLD FOOD.
RUDE ATTITUDES, CIGARETTE BUTTS, IF AND WHATS.
SNITCHING ON EACHOTHER TO THE COPS, LIKE A BUNNY RABBIT SHE HOPS.
REMEMBERING THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN WE LOOKED TO THE FUTUTRE NOW IS THE PAST.
HOT AIR FILLS YOUR LUNGS, STRESS OVERLOADS YOUR MIND. IF YOU FALL OFF POINT YOU'LL
END UP BEING HARD TO FIND.
FORGET THE GAME ITS SO DAMN LAME, NO MATTER WHO'S THE PLAYER IT ALL ENDS THE
SAME.
FORTUNE OR FAME, FORGOT MY OWN NAME, WIFE TODAY, TONIGHT SO DUMB DAME.
I SEE IT WELL I SEE IT CLEAR NO TIME FOR FEARS NO TIME FOR TEARS.
IT ISNT FAIR BUT WHO REALLY CARES, WE FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHT TO ONLY BE WRONG.
A BRUSH OF WARMTH, THE TASTE OF DEATH, REALLY WHATS LEFT?
I AM SO LOST SENDING OUT AN S.O.S WHY CANT NO ONE FIND ME WILL THEY EVEN TRY?
NEVER WAS SCARED OR SO I THOUGHT NOTHING EVER STOPPED ME EVEN WHEN I WAS
CAUGHT.
INTRODUCED MYSELF TO A WORLD I’D OF OTHERWISE NEVER MET, FELL IN LOVE WITH THE
DEVIL WHO TURNED ME INTO A VET.
I HAVE TO BE REAL AND TELL YOU THE DEAL I LIVE BY THE SECOND EACH MOMENT TOO
REAL. I CHOOSE TO DEAL AND PLAY MY CARDS MAKING IT SO EASY ITS HARD.
OUT ON MY OWN THE WORLD TO OWN ONE MINUTE TOO YOUGH THE NEXT FULL GROWN.
ITS A SELFISH WORLD BUT MEANT TO SHARE WHATS YOURS IS THERES AND THAT ISN’T
FAIR!
THE FLAME BURNS HIGH THE RAIN POURS DOWN LITTLE GIRL LOST IN A GROWN MANS TOWN.
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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