Comments about miranda gray
Feel My Pain
I feel it on my skin, as it comes down.
It is wet and very cold, they call it rain.
Standing soaked in your yard, can you see me frown?
Why do you enjoy putting me through this pain?
I can see that you keep looking my way
Are you sorry for what you’ve done to me?
Why did your heart all of a sudden turn grey?
You were definitely not what you said you would be.
You were suppose to be my best friend…