contemplation
She's so far gone it's like she was never here
Just a hint of a glimpse of a what if,
What if they found some one else to call bitch, or to give black eyes and bruised lips
Sitting at the back of the class hoping they won't notice me
High school and college is suppose to be the best times of our lives
But all I got to show is fake smiles and cut wrists
Now I'm trying to pick up the peices
But impossibilities are seeming reachless
Is there ever a point in when your life stops being a mess
Or is there a time when you have to stop out of distress
Every second it gets harder and harder
Every rumor
Every name
Every tear
Just building all the voices to end it all
I just need all the pain to go away
I just can't take another day
She's broken
But you did it to her
Even though she never did anything to you
But she's proud to overcome your relentless tourture
To be just another face in the crowd
instead of giving in and being another one deep in the ground
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