Post by StoriesThatNeverWere on Mar 9, 2007 20:34:12 GMT -5
Her name left a bittersweet taste on your tongue
She was almost grown, yet far too young
She was uninformed as to how we payed
The drunken nights and the blurry days
She didn’t understand what she never could see
And her dreams kept her blind; a victim-to-be
She wanted the crown; she wanted the lights
She wanted the cheers; the unslept nights
She wished for the fame, to be exactly like me…
And to her demise
What she asked for, she received.
She was almost grown, yet far too young
She was uninformed as to how we payed
The drunken nights and the blurry days
She didn’t understand what she never could see
And her dreams kept her blind; a victim-to-be
She wanted the crown; she wanted the lights
She wanted the cheers; the unslept nights
She wished for the fame, to be exactly like me…
And to her demise
What she asked for, she received.
