It's a knife in the chest,a bullet through the brain.It's a broken record playing,a child running in the rain.It's the pain you feel before you sleep,..
She'd become so cold, so distant. At times, Cassadee could hardly breathe around her, due to all the negativity and...and all the emptiness radiating ..
The things inside will twist and turnwhile she braids the twine, so unsureShe burns craters into the moon with her craving eyesstaring into the sun, d..