Crushed
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Now that the darkness is gone
You're coming back to me
You kept me in prison
But now you're setting me free
As I walk past him my cheeks turn red,
I say hello but he ignores it instead
I wonder how we would cuddle in his bed
Or how his hand would fit in mine,
My heart is in a bind.
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view
Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Yeah, I quit, so what?
Our team was terrible, it sucked
You could tell from the first games
That weren’t on the same page
I was hitting the ball, getting triples
Why does this happen, why do I stay?
I know you’ll never love me, but I can’t keep away
You said you’d never care for me, yet I still feel as if there’s hope
The creation of love begins with a crush.
Isn't that funny?
Description enough.
Yet we dive head first,
Expecting heart ache and pain.
But eh, who cares?
It's high school anyway.
He soaked up every inch of her happiness. Vanished her sweet loving smile. Wet her eyelids with tears streaming down her face. Redden her face, ached her head, and above all ached her heart. Nothing seems right anymore. How can it all go back?
We are not bound by blood yet nothing can separate us
I do not know you since birth yet our energies tell a different story
My body's aching stuck in this rut.
I'm wanting windows to open
instead doors slam shut.
I live a life that can be taken away
so easily it can be stripped from my soul.
Yet I still trek on living as day to day.
