I can't hold back the tears.
I can no longer hold in my fears.
It's getting hard to stay popular.
Competition is getting fierce.
To hard to stay a good girl.
Temptation is getting to intense.
Sometimes I wanna cry.
It feels like I'm gonna die, but I close my
eyes raise my hands and pray in silence.
I sit and watch the people go by, as they do
time seems to fly.
The years pass and everyone seems to grow up to fast.
Things have gotten worst.
In this world competition is even fiercer.
If you don't walk the walk, talk the talk,
or wear the cloths you can't be with it and....
Sometimes I wanna cry.
It feels like I'm gonna die, but I close my
eyes raise my hands and pray in silence.
