Old Photos

I look at old photos and think thats not me,
I'm not the happy girl that i used to be.

Now its just a smile i pretend its all ok,
there's so much inside that i want to say.

I've been hurt so much, let done, i start cry,
i wish it wasn't me and i start wonder why.

Why am i so stupid why do i keep getting used?
why am i not happy? i always get abused.

So many things running through my head,
i cant stop thinking while lie here in bed.

I was so happy and always had a smile,
if i ever got angry it would only last a while.

I still seem the same people don't know that i lied,
they don't know all the pain thats going on inside.

The more i look at the photos i start to realize
to remember the past not look with my eyes

So I look at old photos and think thats always been me,
the hurt that i feel nones ever been able to see.