United States
May 5, 2009 8:49pm CST
*I wrote this first as a poem, then it became a song, and now I want to share it as a poem again, just to see what anyone thinks* Im broken, like a baby doll thats been loved too hard Im shattered, like a champagne glass, on a reception floor. Im incomplete, Im worn out. I have trouble sleeping with the lights off. Can you come out and play? I have too many bruises today. I dont feel much like talking about it. Just leave me alone for a while. There's something to say for the little girls who sleep in the closet Are the monsters in the house worse than the ones in their heads Do you believe in happy endings? Sometimes they never happen. Are the monsters in the house, worse than the ones under the bed?
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