pictures on my mirror
each one has a story
then i come to yours
ending shows that you ain't for me
...
Resting beneath the stars
The sun sleeps
The quiet air takes me in
Night becomes my blanket
...
Sliced open my skin
with your Sharpened eyes
splattered my fears, my dreams, my hopes, my lies
Ripped out my heart
...
Pictures
pictures on my mirror
each one has a story
then i come to yours
ending shows that you ain't for me
i stare at that picture
those eyes just hypnotizing
i don't wanna show emotion
but feelings ain't for hiding
i wonder if you've changed
if you have changed at all
if you found another girl
and put her picture on you wall
it's been a few i've seen
i think like two or three
but in all the time of known you
there's not been one of me
the more i stare at the picture
the more i think of myself
how weak i was when i knew you
and all the saddiness that i felt
all the undeserved tears
all the confusion that i pasted
all the times i blamed myself
because we didn't last
maybe it was your fault
maybe it was mine
maybe you never wanted me
but i just couldn't see the signs
couldn't read between the lines
with all those mean words that you said
but the words were sometimes nice
until you say 'girl come to bed'
i should of said instead
'why don't we just CHILL,
lets not do something stupid,
i ain't poppin pills'
but now i know how it feels
to make a stupid mistake
how these guys they spit their game
just to see what they can take
but i remember givin you pictures
you just don't wanna show em
cuz you don't want ppl to know
you the one that owns em
but now i'm gonna forget this drama
hide your pictures in a drawer
not think of it again
and bury these memories in my core