She held a gun near to her,painted lips curling up.
You never knew if she was drinking-it didn't matter because she was trying so hard to stop.
If she was to kill you,you would probably be proud that she finally got the guts to off you.
You wish you could've saw past Jake and to Roxy.
You should've been there to love her-but you were to busy playing with a dumb boy.
You regret it.
But,look at her now.
Bouncing energy,ready to kill everyone.
She was ready to run away from the grip of your friends and spread her wings.
So you let go.
The rouge with painted lips and a gun ran with dust behind her,leaving tears in all your eyes.
That night you cried tears of amazement that she grew up.