Jasper, Alabama U.S.A.
I'm not afraid of dieing,
but I'm so afraid of crying,
in front of your hard soul.
You wouldn't understand,
how my heart could belong to a man
that has never noticed me.
I couldn't fathom the moment when you,
would come to me with eyes so blue,
and lay me down so gently.
For you have hands that steal,
as you try to make the action real,
but I know you're a lier.
I've seen the damage you have done,
while you're having all the fun,
destroying the hopes of your victims.
So no longer will I learn to hate,
why don't you just masturbate,
and steal your own innocence.
If time cannot heal your pain, you can always cry on my shoulder. ~Jenn~