A slap in the face and I can't erase. These things that you say. Don't make it all okay, it's not okay. . When push comes to shove. I'll put on the gloves.
She reads a book from across the street. Waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two. She wonders why I'm always in a good mood.
Well, I'm scared of my reflection. Is it mine or is it yours?. And I swear I hear the knocking. But there's no one at the door. . Don't think I'm losing my perspective.
My head, it hurts. Each day it's getting worse. My looks and smile. Have now become my curse. Tight lips, red skirt. The never ending street. Big car, little man.
They found an empty bottle on her windowsill. The day her mother lost her sleeping pills. She was sick and tired of being invisible. Hard to see in color when you're miserable.