The queen of dramaShe's my best friend,But she does tend,To be a drama queen,It seems, i've found,That she may sound,Like a drama queen,It's not her fault,So dont knock over salt,She's a drama queen,It wouldn't blow my mind,If you wake up one day to find,That herself she found,And her head was crownd,The Queen of Drama
Her painSometimes when I look at her it kinda numbs my brain,How can she just fake a smile and try to hide her pain,She gotten pretty good at it although she never really lies,She doesn't tell me the whole truth but I see it in her eyes,She did it again, I can tell,Though she didn't tell me and she hides it well,She wears long sleeves and smiles that are fake every time she does,She says that she made a mistake and answers questions "cause",To take the edge off mental pain she turns to physical,But then she's angry at herself and then she's misrable,It hurts me that she hurts herself,Even more that she thinks that I ccant tell,It hurts me that she doesn't trust me and thinks that I don't know her well,Enough to tell the difference,I'm not blind, I can see,And I don't know why she doesn't trust me,But she makes my detective skills much better,When she starts to wear long sleeve sweaters,And i don't like to hear through the grape vine,From a certain best friend of hers an mine
The girl in the mirrorI see a face in the mirror,It's stricken with fear,She's a girl that I've never met,Her eyes are determinedly set,On mine,Her hazel depths seem frozen in time,It seems that she's trying too hard to tell me,Tell me the things that I should be,She covers the freckles that are too many to count,It physically hurts her, makes her face break out,She doesn't like it, it's way too much,She doesn't like that her heart needs a crutch,Being a person she isn't, a person she's not,Because she feels like down she's been shot,I once knew the girl, before all this shit,Before she abused her mom's make-up kit,The girl in the mirror, I knew who she was,Before all of the talk and of all of the buzz,That went on in her head told her to change,The girl in the mirror was more of a mange,She didn't care,Or fuss with her hair,And she left her freckles alone,Because in her own skin she felt at home,But now she's not,It hurts her a lot,The girl in the mirror is constantly caught,Betw
The wrong side of lifei woke up on the wrong side of life this morning,it seems i didnt have a warning,although that's a lie,when i dont i cry,bottle it up,that's when im fucked,because that's what i do,i have a clue,that i'm feeling terrible,but i try to be bearable,that's my problem,i think of them,my friends,they tend,to come first in my book,and it seems where ever i look,there's something wrong with them,so i push my feelings aside and bottle them up,my horrible thoughts of throwing up,and my fate along with weight,that kills me,but all i see,is they have problems and i cant add,because then we'd all be twice as sad,and that's stupid,and then there's cupid,who has to be a bitch,while i despratly try to stitch,my broken heart,i dont want to start,and the fact that i suddenly feel like crap about myself,and push myself to the back of the shelf,because i dont want to hurt them or make them worry,as my vision of myself becomes more and more blurry,im not the kind to cry,a
Sitting in my roomSitting in my room,Life is doom and gloom,Nothing goes right,We always fight,And I never win because I'm the child,Sitting in my room,Life is doom and gloom,Seems to me,They don't see,That they're not always correct,Sitting in my room,Life is doom and gloom,Funny how fast the hours pass,When you have a stick up your ass,And you know you're gone when the ceiling becomes interesting,Sitting in my room,Life is doom and gloom,Books don't help,I want to cry and scream and yelp,Get me out of this hell hole,Send me to my room,Life is doom and gloom,But I may find,Deep in my mind,A way to escape,Sitting in my room,I have time to fume,And blow off steam,Because I get out,When I think about my other two lives,The ones I less frequently despise,Sitting in my room,Life's not so doom and gloom,When I have Anne and MaxThere's not a tax,Life's not as hard,When I play the wizard-werewolf card,So send me away,I'll spend the day,In my room
I'd be a fishIf I had one wish,I'd be a fish,And I live in the bright, deep, blue,Something exciting, something brand new,When I swim,I don't think of how much I hate him,It's just me and the water,Poseidon's daughter,I feel much better,When I'm in the pool and I'm wetter,Then on land,I don't need to run, walk, or stand, ever again,Just make my wish come true,I'll live in the bright deep blue,Because I have no clue,How to deal with life out of the water,Anymore.