Love

Don't tell me I'm wrong

Damaged

Dreaming comes so easily,
Cause it's all that I've ever known
True love is a fairytale,
I'm damaged so how would I know

I am scared and I'm alone
I'm ashamed
and I need for you to know

I didn't say all the things I wanted to say
and you can't take back what you've taken away
Cause I feel you, I feel you near me

Healing comes so painfully
and it chills to the bone
will anyone get close to me?
I am damaged, as I am sure you know

There's mending for my soul
An ending to this fear
forgiveness for a man who was stronger
I was just a little girl but I can't go back.

Can I tell the truth

or does it hurt to much?

hurts me too much to say.
this time i sit and swallow my words, the ones that re screaming to come out and I manage not too look at you.
I saw you look at me though. Don't think I'm silly.
I know exactly what your doing.
All you friends keep stirring, I don't like it and I'm not going to bother any more.
They're not my friends anymore.
The one person I thought was my friend is actually the biggest bullshitter of them all.
So i grit my teeth and shine a smile.
Just for you my dear.
Just for you.

See not everything grows on trees

Your rubbish is their food

Things were so different

Keep playing Doll

ALLURE or A LURE?

Dipped in pink

Blending in with the rest of them

To love and leave

Trashford Wives

Secret

The longer you lie, the easier it is to make it sound real.

I'm quite sure they will say so

V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villian by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengence; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?
V: I'm quite sure they will say so.

I love my Babs

I could stop

admit that I'm wrong. But why would I want to do that? I'm right. Right?

Can I fall in love with you?

The Future

V

Red Road