This girl sits all alone in a mist of a internal deadly inferno,
she Knows no friends so she writes Dreadfully in her journal,
Tears roll down her eyes and she had anticipated that very motion
dreams swell up like potions and tatics become meaningless notions
She grips her pen tightly and steady her walks as if she had a choke foot
and regardless all the looks she countinues to talk in her personal notebook
She sits alone, on an angle ,like paul wall, sittin sideways she so emotional
plans to get a start on life;then she finds out her dreams were just notional
but nothing else behind these dreams existed,
So she has no other choice but to stay dreadfully alone and always twisted
I have seen the cry of the needy and yet we acually never really,
Accepted the crys as invotations to come and save the weak and the needy
Do our hearts really linger the compasion that has once existed on our world
Do we really have the hatred to not ackownelge one little lonely girl?
I oppose all acceptance of us not being able to let our hearts rome,
Big girl..................Big girl.....................Does she really sit alone?
This is noting against fat people either its something deeper
so please dont think the wrong idea
~1~