innocent girl saw an angel he was beautiful she had never seen anything as wonderful as he ~ there came a time where she left him for another boy he became lonely rejected, abandoned he felt like he didn’t belong in this world that was once colourful his soul had been torn apart by the girl that he once knew and had come to love. but no more.
I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, my heart doesn’t feel that anymore, my hands don’t crave a person but a concept that it can’t grasp.I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love but I remember that it consumed me and I didn’t think that feeling would ever leave, but now that spot is like a hole in my chest and nothing I find can fix it.I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, where every ounce of my capacity was someone else and every ounce of them was me, love is over rated but it’s everything.I don’t remember what it’s like to be in love, but vodka warms me up more than another person could so now I’m back to drinking to forget but this time it’s to forget how I can’t feel instead of that I can.I don’t remember what it’s like to love but I still crave it so much and I daydream about how nice it would be if I could just feel it.
i am but a girl who is stuck in a bird cage i sit here alone waiting for him im stuck waiting and waiting for him to come take me out of this cage i start to lose hope, for with every tick i feel myself fading away from this cage i am but a girl who's heart is locked in a cage locked in a cage, waiting for him to come and take me away
i will miss the winding streets and the crooked stones that made us stumble because on cloudy days it was easy to find empty corners to be alone (two blocks behind the sleepy bars and there behind the dusty cafe if you had a bad day) i will miss the girls with daisies woven through their curls and strings tied round their wrists because even through they were broken they still danced around rooms singing old songs, picking up each others pieces and they would spit out smoke so the chimneys wouldn’t be the only ones emptying smog and i will miss the grinning boys who smashed bottles the same way they smashed hearts, with reckless abandon. because even though they couldn’t be trusted they taught us how to trust each other.