Wednesday, November 27, 2013

She washed her hands of the mess he left her in.
Standing at the center, everything around her spins.
To her, it was like the problems coming at her wouldn't end.
First this, then that, now she's left with out a boyfriend.

Dryed herself off and met up with her girlfriends
They comforted her suffering soul and told her she "don't need him"
Every rose has it's thorn, and she held a dozen by the stem
She was holding on to old memories and couldn't release them.

Then she started getting wild, drinkin every night.
Looking out for the next one to take her home and hold her tight.
She was high on ecstacy and anything that made flight
and started rollin down those hills once that high hit plight


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