Treasure Island

ESPN CHICK

(07-18-1989 / Arkansas)

My Hero


I'm shattered like broken glass
Bruises and scars lie on me
I look in the mirror
And I see nothing but lies

I feel like I want to punch the wall
And maybe break a few things
Cause I am feeling abandon
By everyone that surrounds me

Picking up the pieces now
Take a look at me
I will never be able to put myself together again
Too many pieces on the ground

I take a few punches
Then I fell like slicing
I lay on my bed
Listening to loud music hoping it would drown out the pain

I'm broken and I need a hero to save me
I need someone strong enough to pick me up
Cause I know no one else will try to save me
So I need a hero someone who will come and save me

And I won't have to wait for my hero
Cause my hero sees the pain
And knows to come and rescue me
Unlike the people I know

Submitted: Sunday, December 02, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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