I was the girl with the burning curls.
I am the one to hide deep inside and tie my Valentine.
I ran to the circle and spun all around and never looked back.
Hold back and allow me to hide within my tears of pain and sorrow.
To hide within my pain of love and hate united as one.
I crave to tell the world the truths unknown to only me and all others.
I can't help but think of the hatred you show me.
Hate how they made me play.
The running and walking need to go down to the hospitals and hide within the walls to jump at the hurt.
We need to stop the happiness on it's quest to destroy.
Pitch in and help the selling end now so we can feel our feet once again.
To feel our feet and run away from the happiness who wants to rip out your heart.
Have it all fall from the eyes of our one creator and haunt all sorrows.
Hide with me deep inside my wounds of happiness once taken away as it always does.