To you I might be the object of your affection
To you I might just be the girl next door
To them I am the girl that is thrown to that cold floor
I have no future in store
To you I might be the reason to live or the reason to hate life
To me I am a curse bestowed upon your life
Wont you come out of the mysery wont you give up on the lies
they are just tangleling your life
I am a fool for wanting more than anyone could ever offer
To you I am the girl with a smile full of life
To me I am the girl with the frown full of grief
The angel of death will come to take my life as a theaf
