A young girl with a shattard heart,
And no one knew she hurt.
As she watched the starkissed sky,
They watched her beautiful eyes cry.
Torn apart by love and hate,
She knew what was to be her fate,
She knew that love would come too late.
And on the cold night,
On the Bridge of Nuaght,
With a feeling she wouldn't fight,
She took a deadly flight.
Falling from the sky,
She could feel herself cry.
And with her hidden knife,
She took her very own life.
· Fri Aug 11, 2006 @ 04:29am · 0 Comments