Annabelle

Sometimes I think that she would hate me

If she knew that I had lowered my walls

Sometimes it's hard for me to tell if

I'm really going to hell

Would she be disappointed, with what I am and who I've become

Sometimes its easier to crumble, than let her know that I'm lost

My darling girl, you've come so far

You still the your hair and you're bad at art

You still have trouble trusting, you're scared of the future coming

You don't know who you are, but I promise you will one day