Behind the portraitA Poem by Tara♥Undefined♥A family is like a picture so perfectly framed each face grinning like the world's never changing. They appear to be perfectly fine, perfectly wonderful, perfectly intertwined. But each picture has a story. And stories were meant to be told. then the secrets not a secret and the picture gets dropped to the floor "whispered" and glass shatters.
Guitar solo
Somedays we just wake up and feel drunk and our face is caked in sweat. Greasy, you get up and lazily, clumsily walk away to the place you know you can't go.
Chorus: A home is not a home when your a lone or you doing everything. you got no one who loves you or someone who beats you so child you better run away. ( before they get to you and you know there going to hurt you but you can't leave oh, where would you go.)
Dreams, that's where you like to stay, unless that dream is a nightmare. A tale that you don't care, for cause it reflects you, shows everything about you and haunts you in your sleep. Awake, baggy eyes no one makes a peep.
A home is not a home when your all alone or your doing everything. You got no one who loves you or someone who beats you and child you better run away. Just run away. Run away x3 (they're gonna get yah) © 2010 Tara♥Undefined♥Author's Note
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9 Reviews Added on July 14, 2010 Last Updated on July 14, 2010 AuthorTara♥Undefined♥canton, OHAboutI am Savannah! Heello!!!^^ I love writing(obviously) I love to sing and dance and stuff. I like the rainy days better than sunny ones and Im crazy too. Well, Idk wat else to tell you.. more..Writing
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