| Shattered Dreams |
| 7/18/02 |
| There's a thorn in my heart the bleeding doesn't stop The sting on my face From every little drop It pierces my soul Nowhere to go Never getting to my goal My spirits running low Whatever I try, Whenever I get a break, My chances always die- And someone else gets the cake. |
| Notes: This was written on the bus ride back from dance camp. Apparently I really pissed off my coach, and she kicked me off as being captain. I felt as though I had let her down, that I had let my team down, that I wasn't good enough for anything, and that the other girl was getting ALL the breaks. It seems like I never get any breaks and all these people whom I feel like I'm equally as qualified to...always get everything while I'm stuck, working my arse off, yet staying at the bottom. |
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