it's done
At one time I imagined you being at the end of the aisle as I walked down
and now I'm not even sure if you really loved me at all
last night I thought you would have a bit more heart
but you were cold
making me feel like a common place whore
I don't know what's more wounded my pride or my heart
I thought it would be different
but it's not
different guy same story
this time he stayed a little longer
I just want someone to save me
I'm on the verge of a downward spiral and an uphill battle
I never thought I'd let myself get this bad
I don't regonize the girl in the mirror
she's foreign
somehow I lost myself again
and where to find it.....
I'm not quite sure
I do know that I have to stop making puzzle pieces try to fit together that don't belong
you were a piece and we just didn't quite align
oh i've said that so many times
goodbye
palm reader
god of wine
losing a whole year
how's it gonna be/wounded
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