LAYLA'S WORLD
BEING IRRELEVANT BITS AND RELEVANT PIECES OF LETTERS FROM LAYLA,
WHO DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU THINK UNLESS YOU'RE REAL AND COOOL
she sits in a window looking for a way out depression finds her filling her with fear and doubt she doesn't mean to hurt anyone but her healing is far from done she never was allowed to have fun her mother wanted a son so she lives in the run her baggage weighs a ton she carries a gun and her journey has just begun she's not good enough she needs to be better she won't grow soft and warm her mother won't let her listen to your mother she will make you strong she'll make you understand this is your song... she stands at a bus stop looking for a way in obsession finds her filling her with need to win she doesn't mean to hurt anyone she just wants to get ahead she was never allowed to have fun she was taught competition instead her mother wanted a son especially in bed she carries a gun and all her lights are red you're not good enough you need to be stronger I won't put up with you for very much longer you have no heart you're evil and wrong I'll make you understand this is your song... she sits in a jail cell not looking anymore content in her small hell safe walls around her floor she doesn't mean to hurt anyone she just wants to be left alone she was never allowed to have fun she learned to survive on her own her mother wanted a son that's all she's ever known her heart is a gun she doesn't need a phone no one to call nobody cares just time to fall down the stairs you're finally home you're where you belong you'll never be weak you had to be strong there is a fine line between right and wrong now you understand this is your song Son Layla ©2000 Candor Communications BACK 
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