Comments about Summer Sandercox
Echoing through my heart I hear your screams
As you stand your ground, trying to face your dreams
And I wonder do my tears melt holes in your skin?
Does my self destruction tell you where I've been?
No, you turn away from me and my sorrowful tears
My begging pleas fall upon deaf ears
Your angry words turn to mocking all my fears
Hate uses your eyes for its cracked mirror
You step away, your face void of any signs