alone in her little room. sitting and staring at the wall.
she can feel the tears warm on her cheek
but she can't feel the life in her heart.
alone in her little world. sitting still and waiting.
she can see out of her plastic shell
but she can't reach out to touch them.
there is a tornado waiting to push through.
watch out for the girl when she explodes.
she rips through everyone around her
tearing apart their mind and body
reaching for something that she can feel
even if it means killing the ones she tries to love.
she rips through the pavement under her
tossing aside ladylike tendencies and class
reaching out for the one she can't touch
not touching him will mean the death of all of her.
there is a tornado waiting to push through
watch out for your girl when she explodes.
she cries herself to sleep as she lays alone in a bed too big
whispering hugs and clinging to pictures of pasts forgotten
alone in the world she built.
she cries as she touches his face for one last time.
whispering goodbyes and clinging to weathered palms of something she once knew
alone in the world he left her in.
there is a tornado waiting to push through
watch out for the girl
she's gonna explode
No comments:
Post a Comment