You're not a little girl anymore.
Trust
me, I know.
You've lived through alot in the past
few years.
You've pressed that bottle to your lips to try to
escape. You've taken
just one hit to try and impress everyone. You've held that
razor to your
skin, trying to find something real, not just
tears . You've ended up in
that back seat before. You might have even given him what he
wanted.
You've snuck out to go to that
party.
You've lost your faith in God.
You've stayed up and cried more than
once.
You've begged to die.
Trust
me
I've
been
in
your
place.
You're
going to
be just
fine.
Last
night, you drove me home. reached for a hug.
I kissed your cheek.
You leaned in and kissed my
lips.
the way you did when we were
together.
but that look
in your eyes told me it
wasn't right.
You're
with
her now.
so i started to cry and spill my heart
out.
right
there
in
the
front
seat
of your
car.
It
shouldn't be
over.
Then you reached over and held me,
you held my
hand, stroked my cheek,
wiped away the tears, and
let me cry.
what am
I supposed
to do
now?
I was finally starting
to move on.
I started to accept your new girlfriend and
I started talking to a nice guy,
but I'm
still in love with you.
so how
do I follow my
heart?