Written On My Birthday

I tell a tale of beautiful grace
a girl who everyone thought was a disgrace.

she was once loved and will always be
but that is only known, secretly.

the love hides behind the hits and screams
all she wanted was someone who cared, like in her dreams.

she wanted someone to call her own
unfortunatly, its like shes made of stone.

not one sees, or notices her
the first fourteen years of her life are just a blur.

a horrible memory, yet its not the last
the future repeating the past.

pain leads to tears, tears lead to depression
all this over a sad obsession.

an obsession for wanting a good life
and not always having to go back to the knife.

shes sick of hiding, behind this mask everyday
hating life is so cliche.

so she chooses to dislike it, forget all its pain
but its hard when shes crying in the rain.

yet she can still put on a smile, act like everythings okay
but everyday she must pray.

pray that someone will eventually care
now she is realizing how much life is unfair.

so as she sits here, on her birthday
she thinks of all the things she wants to say.

i hate you with a passion
why do you go with the newest fasion.

i love you more than words can say
i try to tell you that everyday.

im angry with my dad
since his accident, hes made me mad.

do you truly care?
and if you do, then im not aware.

she sits here thinking, how could this be true
her life isnt just going to turn around, out of the blue.

thats just a dream, a childhood fantacy
one she wishes to fullfill, and make a reality.

so now she blows out the candles, and makes a wish
is for no one to remember this.

remember the day, when she was born
because ever since then, everything is ruined and torn.

remember this day, as one you\ll never forget
and listen carefully to her threat.

listen to her threats, of suicide
because one of these days, she might become your corpse bride.

so treasure her now, tell her that you care
and even tell her you love her if you dare.

because if you don\t soon, one of these days she\ll be gone
the line has now been drawn.

shes sick of living this fake, sad life
and sick of coming home to the knife.

shes sick of everyone around
even her boyfriend, who can never be found.

so has she goes to bed, these thoughts go through her head
she wishes she were dead.

but what she wants more is to know you love her too
because all she thinks about is you.