Lonely One

The pillows are stained
from the tears that she's laid
memory's haunt her
from the back of her mind
twisting, turning, thoughts
of the people she can trust,
that she'll never find
There are no such things
As best-friends or lasting happiness
shes thinks in her head
she wonders if anyone else would miss her
when she is dead

Its all because,
she's a lonely one
and tired of being used
the yelling, and gettting hurt
is just too much
she doesnt want to be stepped on by
anyones shoes

Her painted chipped nails
hide her mascara smeared eyes
she doesnt want the world to know
that her smiles are just all lies
Life as she knows is, is just one big fake
Theres too much out there
and too much to take....

Its all because,
she's a lonely one
and tired of being used
the yelling, and gettting hurt
is just too much
she doesnt want to be stepped on by
anyones shoes