After having a bad conversation on the phone with a friend, I wrote this song.
Promised The World
When she was born, they promised her the world, she was their most pretty little girl.
But now they don't care at all, all they can do is watch her fall and fall.
When he called me...
I tried to tell him the truth about how I feel, about aches and pains, and how they feel so real.
But when all's said and done, I feel my heart has leaft me, I feel like it's gone.
I should have asked "What's got you so blue?"
But the thing is, I didn't want to know the truth.
Wearing black, back turned to the wind and the world, I felt nothing more than like a broken hearted girl.
But I couldn't cry, and my worst fear,
is that they'd tell me I was going to die
Across the planet, across the world,
was more fed up, sad, people, all curled...
into balls in their beds.
They just wanted a way out of their heads.
I have one last thing to say,
if there is a god, you'd better not pray.
Cause He never seems to listen, praying never does me any good,
When she was born, they promised her the world.