She's girl, he's boy,
To her he's just a toy.
She's always waiting always wanting love
But when she's gets it, she doesn't accept it
And soon she just up and forgets it.
She is as pale as the morning snow
Her thought's I will never know,
She's always there haunting me,
Telling me how things should be,
The guilt it's killing me,
Please please just kill me I hate this pain
For what I do now there is nothing to gain.
For days and days I sit without rest,
those images of you, of the knife in your chest.
These images of you they make me so lost and confused
So tell me jenna what should I do?
6/3/05
To her he's just a toy.
She's always waiting always wanting love
But when she's gets it, she doesn't accept it
And soon she just up and forgets it.
She is as pale as the morning snow
Her thought's I will never know,
She's always there haunting me,
Telling me how things should be,
The guilt it's killing me,
Please please just kill me I hate this pain
For what I do now there is nothing to gain.
For days and days I sit without rest,
those images of you, of the knife in your chest.
These images of you they make me so lost and confused
So tell me jenna what should I do?
6/3/05
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