Rosebud
By VagrantGypsy
No one knows that I still lay in my bed and cry, And that's just the way I want it to be. There's nothing wrong but I’m still sobbing No one will fuckin’ believe me, Even though I’m lieing. My friends say to call whenever I need ‘um, but I can’t... Because they’re blazin’... But sometimes, so have I. I’m lost again, always lost I don’t ever think I’ll know where I am. I’m a free spirit trapped in a ditch with a broken pair of angel wings And the dilated eyes of a tragedy. Everyone's fighting a harder battle, Yet somehow I’m the most selfish. I grew up too fast like a rosebud before a spring frost. Scars are memories that won’t go away. I’m sick of asking for help; I don’t want medical assistance. I just want... Written January 29th, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 12:03 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"No one knows that I still lay in my bed and cry,..."