She takes the rose out of my hand.
Then skips away.Into the place she calls home.
With a smile that could kill,and eyes that i'd die for.
What else could i say when my back was against the wall.
Beside from telling her how i feel.
I feel guilty.
Because i know she's going home to cry.
I know she'll sleep on a tear soaked pillow tonight.
I know that she smiles and says everything is ok,but is screaming in her mind.
I know that when she's in trouble.Her hearts the last one she's going to take care of and mind.
Too bad she doesn't know how much she matters to some poeple.
Just too bad.
Walking with the wind in her eyes.
stepping and tripping on all of the lies she's fed herself.
Still listening and hoping for the truth.
This girl who walks with the butterflies.
But falls with the rain...
Comes round to live again.
Living in a life she forever lends.
To the girl i'll never know.
For the times we'll spend together.
Good luck with finding it.
yeah it's like altern/emo/indy kinda thing going..