Today was the very last day,
That I�ll ever be called �that girl�
Tired of watching and never getting my say,
Of sitting and watching the world go by.
Fed up of living the same old lie.
Drained from each day being the same,
From watching my life slowly die,
The dying girl right there, that was me.
Walking down that abandoned street,
To scared to make that lonely journey home,
To keep on walking for fear of being beat,
What is left in this life for me to live.
He lives there now, what is there to say,
She invited him and so they don�t have names,
For him to live here is my nightmare�s sway,
And them waiting around to hurt me more.
For a while it was me you passed by on the streets,
Till one day came where I was stopped by a boy,
From that day to this I listen to those music beats,
Sharing a flat with that boy who claimed me as his.
He has claimed me therefore I can claim him mine,
Saying his name will always bring a smile to my lips,
Walking through the park, letting our fingers entwine,
Sitting on the park bench leaning against his side.
