Night, the city. Its dark and lonely streets. Rain falls on my face. Mixed with salty tears. Confirm your happiness. Everything is looking good. Look down, feel the pain.
I found a photo of us today. The memories they came flooding back. Blowing out birthday candles. I was dressed as superman and you were a shining star.
Whenever I wear high heels. All I hear is screams and squeals. And if I wear t-shirts and jeans. I hardly ever hear a thing. Shouldn't I get treated differently?.