Mascara stained tears.
My hair is a tangled mess.
My hair is a tangled mess.
I’m a ghost of the girl I used to
be.
I’m haunted by my memories of yesterday.
You threw me away and watched me die.
My nights are no longer for you.
I won’t let anyone listen to my beating heart.
I’m satisfied with my drunken illusions and cigarette kisses.
I’m haunted by my memories of yesterday.
You threw me away and watched me die.
My nights are no longer for you.
I won’t let anyone listen to my beating heart.
I’m satisfied with my drunken illusions and cigarette kisses.
Drink me up, baby.
Let’s waste the night away.
Until, I can’t remember my own name, let alone yours.
Let’s waste the night away.
Until, I can’t remember my own name, let alone yours.
I’m a ghost of the girl I used to
be.
Fucked in the head. Screwed in the heart.
That naïve innocence was lost long ago.
Fucked in the head. Screwed in the heart.
That naïve innocence was lost long ago.
Fractured bones.
Blood-stained lips.
Pain is better than feeling nothing at all.
I spend my nights with mashed up bodies.
Waking up to strangers in my bed.
They are all mannequins, a replacement of you.
Blood-stained lips.
Pain is better than feeling nothing at all.
I spend my nights with mashed up bodies.
Waking up to strangers in my bed.
They are all mannequins, a replacement of you.
I’m a ghost of the girl I used to
be.
Forget promises. Forget those summer nights.
Because, that girl no longer exists.
Forget promises. Forget those summer nights.
Because, that girl no longer exists.
3 comments:
It saddens me that there are girls who feel this way. Still, I love your ability to capture that emotion.
Good that sounds painful and I can relate to it right now. I wish I had words to comfort you but they would be false coming off my tongue right now.
I'm with you though!
@Barry and Bathwater: Thank you for your kind words. I am glad that although I sometimes feel like those girls, I have not fallen just yet.
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