Post by Britni on Jun 10, 2004 23:35:49 GMT -5
These legs are no longer strong enough,
To carry me through the world,
It's so hard to keep the inocence,
Of a 14 year old girl,
Sometimes I think I should close my eyes,
And wish it all away,
All the pain and sickness in this life,
Makes me wonder why I want to stay,
It was so easy when boys had cooties,
And my worst fear was a bloody knee,
When my greatest life ambition,
Was to climb that apple tree,
Velvet fingers have turned to leather,
From the work of a struggling soul,
Deep eyes have grown weary,
From watching this world grow cold.
To carry me through the world,
It's so hard to keep the inocence,
Of a 14 year old girl,
Sometimes I think I should close my eyes,
And wish it all away,
All the pain and sickness in this life,
Makes me wonder why I want to stay,
It was so easy when boys had cooties,
And my worst fear was a bloody knee,
When my greatest life ambition,
Was to climb that apple tree,
Velvet fingers have turned to leather,
From the work of a struggling soul,
Deep eyes have grown weary,
From watching this world grow cold.
