Coins in the Fountain

She had a gun in her pocket
And her heart the floor
written on paper cut up and ignored
Love in her mind and love in her heart
but her heart was on the keyboard. all torn apart.

Can't speak a word out of her glossed lips
holds them together with her painted fingertips
Someone once told me that she used to speak
To someone besides her brother and me
She dont have no brother.

Don't tell her to her face
She's an only child.,The only disgrace.
No notes in her notebook. Pictures of lightning
If you didn't know her. She'd come off as frightning

Go home and blog little girl
Tell the internet your problems.
Tell it your love in the world

She planted her heart as a seed into this young beautiful boy.
He doesn't realize his best friend can be his love.
For he is her brother. But she has no brother.
She doesn't know the difference between a brother, and a love.

So she'll keep her gun in her pocket.
Filled with water.
The same gun from her early childhood
She's still a child nevertheless.

But she won't accept less than a lady.
Less than a woman. Less than your love.
Less than yours.

Throw coins in the fountain tell it your dreams
Send you chain messages to fifteen
But you don't know that many people who care to send one back.
She'll tell you your secrets. But only if you follow her blog.