Behind this girl who's learning herself is someone who's dead. For 13 years she thought words she's never said. Remembering when Life was good. When promises meant what they should. When she didn't have to lie, when evil tears didn't drain her eye. When boys were all about cooties and she was a innocent cutie bottoie. But that was then there is no more. She tried to learn from before and i know she can she's not little anymore. She went through a faze and wasn't prepared no wonder she was scared. The mirror I'm facing shows a smile. One thats been gone for a while.
