suicide?
She is sitting on her bed,contemplating everything you ever said,
She's starring at the light from her CD player that lights up red,
wondering whatever went wrong.Then It hits her it hits her hard.
Nothing ever did.Because it was wrong from the beginning.
Giving her heart..the only thing she had left..after every fight,
she gave it to him..only to have it stabbed with a knife,
now the pain of a first love is neverending.She's crying now thinking on what to do
next,
her head tells her to let it go..just over look it.But she can't the pain is to much.
Ever since she was little she never really had anyone..to love her,
to really comfort her she thought she found it but she was wrong.
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bryttbooposted on 01/04/2008
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