| i'm sure it could be worse |
| i'm sure it could be worse i could be in tears or as close to them as before barely grazing depression with the back of a bloodied hand oh, i thought they called me quiet cowering behind the cover of a happy face a reassuring smile - i always was that one, waiting with a kind word and maybe a wilted dandelion nice girls never hurt never anger never yearn for violent escape clamping fists into ever-tightening balls of flesh with no greater desire than to inflict this pain upon another no, nice girls aren't allowed when they must end your pain there is no time for their own tears ignored, concealed by ringlets of happy red hair, trademark spectacles feigning insight i'm sure it could be worse i just don't know if i could handle it |