THERE'S NOT A DAY THAT GOES BY THAT I DON'T THINK OF YOU,
I HATE TO ADMIT IT, BUT DEEP DOWN INSIDE I KNEW,
THAT I WAS JUST ANOTHER GIRL,
ANOTHER GIRL ON YOUR MIND,
...
My emotions have gone out of control, I'm
Not sure exactly how I feel, all I know is one thing and that
Is that it's real, think you really care but then I'm not so sure,
I'm not sure what you want or what
I always enjoyed the raw emotions in life, because it inspired me to write, to think deeper, to learn. Unspoiled, and untouched by alcohol, drugs, and razorblades. Escape wasn't something I ever seriously considered. When I'm hurt, I have an interesting satisfaction to delve deeper through my tears.
Emotions are different colors,
Bright dark and everything in between...
And LiFe is the black and white picture,
That we need to colour so we can live our dreams.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I don't no exactly what it is but all I no is it’s a feeling that makes you feel horrible or sad or depressed, why? Why does there have to be an emotion like that, we already have bad feelings we don't need any more: we have jealousy, hate, pain, anguish.
Walking alone in the rain, thinking of you.
I've got this feeling that the truth wasn't there totally,
but I could be wrong.
The raindrops fall steadily on my head,
Theres so many things that I am feeling inside
So much running through my head, I don't know if I could hide
I feel lonely because you aren't here,
And I feel scared to know that you aren't near