A perfect red head stands a few feet from me
Perfectly freckled
Very blunt and brutally honest
And I love the s*** out of her
I hate myself for not hearing her cry,
Hurt,
But even if I did notice not like she would let me in.
I've lived my life with doors closed in my face,
My problems pushed under the just vaccumed rug
So I learned to shove it down.
Way down.
So that I never accidently explode
Bridget never exploded.
Of coarse she didn't she was good at everything.
She was better at shoving it down, and keeping it down.
She's better at everything.
I could never win when we played monopoly
I just never won