Standing

Standing...
Current mood:vixen-ish

She isn't really crazy, she is just a little jaded-
She didn't mean to get so drunk,
just a little faded...
then her life crept upon her-
and all the nightmares she's created.
And she's standing, with her knife...

Her intentions always started good,
though it's never really seemed as such-
She would love someone forever...
And when forever seemed to take too long,
and it all just got to be too much-
she would find another habit.
And she's standing, with a bottle....

A kiss that's filled with cyanide,
she even tried to tell them all to go away
but no one ever listened.
She's not the girl that someone wants to marry,
there are too many pieces to her puzzle-
that she doesn't care to show them.
And she's standing, in her own blood.

She has always tried not to stay too long,
to say goodbye before the welcomes gone-
and she's left before it's dawn.
It's easier for her to walk away from you,
than to ever just be left behind-
and I never meant to hurt you.
And Im standing, confused.

And she's looking, in a mirror...
that's broken.
And she's lying on the pieces...
she's broken.
And she can't stand, anymore