Doves Uncaged
The paint drips from her wrist like water from the sink
Tried and sore she falls to her knees
Red roses bleeds from her body curving one thing
Freedom
Her friends do not see her as nothing more than a joke
Strangers comparing her to her best friend
That 'friend', the one who's hand is one the knife in her back
Sharing lies and gossip with the small town of drama
The red ink like blood runs deep into her deeply cut skin already scarring itself
Tears falling from her eyes like doves out of the cage
For the girl, her scar are what shows everyone that she is not her 'perfect' friend
This girl is broken and lost
All someone had to do, was tell her she was one of a kind,
But instead the cuts from the blade grew deeper each day
Till finally to far
No one noticed when she was gone
Now the girl is free
Flying happily uncaged in the sky
White wings without a drop of red
Tried and sore she falls to her knees
Red roses bleeds from her body curving one thing
Freedom
Her friends do not see her as nothing more than a joke
Strangers comparing her to her best friend
That 'friend', the one who's hand is one the knife in her back
Sharing lies and gossip with the small town of drama
The red ink like blood runs deep into her deeply cut skin already scarring itself
Tears falling from her eyes like doves out of the cage
For the girl, her scar are what shows everyone that she is not her 'perfect' friend
This girl is broken and lost
All someone had to do, was tell her she was one of a kind,
But instead the cuts from the blade grew deeper each day
Till finally to far
No one noticed when she was gone
Now the girl is free
Flying happily uncaged in the sky
White wings without a drop of red