The outsiders view on me.

Tell me now,
tell me the truth,
tell me why you cry,
tell me why you hurt so much.

i see your tears,
i see you wipe them away,
so no one see your pain,
your hurt and loneliness,
only makes it worst,
like thousands of knifes,
bleeding your heart out.

a girl with a broken heart,
can it get any worst,
a girl with tears in her eyes,
with no one to help wipe them away,
a girl that is broken,
theres nothing more to say.

i see this girl walking down the halls,
i see her smile,
but its all fake,
i see her laugh,
but only i can see she reall wants to cry,
i see her alone,
alone and cold,
tell me why she hurts so much,
and why she feels so alone.

little miss understood,
cant find her way,
all she sees is hurt,
and all the pain.

this is a outsiders view,
a view of fakes smile and laughs,
an outsiders view on what you may call,
a story of my life.