Just some one like me..
Crashing once again..
Caleps like a hundred men..
Tears drowling aside of my face..
Feeling like a big iron brace..
Some times I wish I was banned..
Still blod and tears up into my hands..
I wish this feeling would stop..
Because now on my heart is getting a new lock..
Hands up in my hair..
But why would you care..
Seven days a week..
What Is it in me that you seek..
No one can see what it really all does to me..
It makes me look predictable and weak..
People say big girls can’t cry..
What else can I think but why..??
If I had it with all of this..
Is it him that I have to miss..
My eyes get get full of tears..
I look into a mirror and see me..
Half the person I wanted to be..
So now you tell me what kind of person I would be without all of the hate and jalousy..
Or what kind of person YOU want me to be..!!