She looks into his eyes, desperately searching and searching
for even just the smallest hint of longing,
Is it wrong to feel like youur wanted? To want to feel secure?
the tears resurfacing, for she knows that he's no remedy, nor her cure
No, he's just a gunshot wound in her hollow soul,
the heart-wrenching scar keeping her from becoming whole
From becoming the girl she's always wanted to be,
But she's tied down - What used to feel real is now just distant ecstasy
Will she ever be loved? Or has the damage been done?
Because it's only his warmth she constantly craves, no matter how much her instincts tell her to run.
