A simple thought
A black rose with a million thorns,
to sad to to laugh, or to happy to mourn;
and I know its idiotic,
to feel like such a narcotic,
but life's choice of wrong and right
leave me too tired to even fight.
My wills so broken, I hardly move.
Feels like I've been ripped into two.
An angel so tough, she never cries-
she's broken and crazy, yet destined to fly.
to sad to to laugh, or to happy to mourn;
and I know its idiotic,
to feel like such a narcotic,
but life's choice of wrong and right
leave me too tired to even fight.
My wills so broken, I hardly move.
Feels like I've been ripped into two.
An angel so tough, she never cries-
she's broken and crazy, yet destined to fly.
♠ ♠ ♠
Yeah, my friend had this on her wall once{an angle so tough she never criesshe's broken and crazy yet destined to fly} and i just came up with the rest out of boredom. In a sense, it kind of describes me. But it prob describes a lot of people.