JT-Fan
29-09-2005, 03:34 PM
Half of her face, was pure and white,
The other half scarred from one persons spite.
She didn't speak to no one. I asked her name,
She glared through the eyes, Scarred by the shame.
The different bruises, a map of her dreams.
When it became reality it wasn't what it seemed.
One persons dreamed, ruining by one,
As I say. Whats done.
Is done.
The other half scarred from one persons spite.
She didn't speak to no one. I asked her name,
She glared through the eyes, Scarred by the shame.
The different bruises, a map of her dreams.
When it became reality it wasn't what it seemed.
One persons dreamed, ruining by one,
As I say. Whats done.
Is done.