My friends always tell me I get carried away,
Sometimes I spit when I talk 'Cause I have so much to say,
They don't seem to hear me but I guess it's ok,
It's not the fault my mind's working overtime with no pay,
They always say the same things and it's starting to get old,
That my head can't get sick it can't catch a cold,
I scratch and I pick my insecurities pohoke,
But I gears my anxiety a voice that provokes,
Take A walk through your head,
Breathe in count to Ten,
'Cause on the first page of life written in red,
you'll never make it here if you don't learn how to bend,
Don't speak unless you're spoken to little girl,
Someday you will find your place in the world,
But a lady don't get dirty,
And someday you'll learn to fill the empty space with Empty faith,
Everyday feels like a battle and I always get hurt,
I was frequently told violence was never the answer,
But life doesn't abide by the rules of a child,
I don't know how to fight only taught how to surrender,
There's a certain kind of darkness that does a reaping,
It usually takes you right before you are sleeping,
Is it the crack in the door and it finds a way to creep in,
Or the crack in your brain that wants you to drop dead,
I don't remember what it's like to see with clear vision,
I wake every morning like the death has Horizon,
I don't have to think this body of mine is a prison,
You don't control me,
I just got to find a light switch,
But the more that I look the further I get,
You're the only thing about me that needs to be fixed,
'Cause on the first page of life written in fine Print,
Stop looking for light live it instead,
Don't speak unless you're spoken to little girl,
Someday you will find your place in the world,
But a lady don't get dirty,
And someday you'll learn to fill the empty space with Empty faith,
My mind is a mess but I love it non or less,
They tell me to hush but my words are all that's left,
So on the last page of life written in gold,
Don't waist it,
always doing what you're told.
That was my song.
"Guys that's a song I wrote... It's called Little Girl I truly love the song. I just want to say thank you for 60,000 subs. I didn't think I'd make it this far. Thank you! Bye Bear Army!" I finished my video at that.
I guess a lot of people like my music and my singing. I don't think they would. I have to edit this video now.
I haven't seen Brennen in 3 days now. I feel a little relived, but at the same time I was missing him. I don't know if I should see him. He's nothing but bad for me. He's like a bad boy, but he was also a nice caring gentleman. I love Brennen. He's my boyfriend of course I like him.
I take out my phone. I press on the Brennen Contact. I push the phone button. I needed to call him.
It rang a couple times but he picked up.
"Hey!" I heard him say.
"Hey... We need to talk..." I say with sorrow in my tone.
"Ok... Come over we'll talk."
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