I want the old you back,
because he was a joy...

I wish I could help you,
and let you into a world...

I getting quite scared...
you don't see that I love you...

Broken Glass,
on the floor...

Is mommy ok?
So many problems...

I'm sorry boy,
I'm not a toy...

I think your falling, away from me...
Cause things aren't like they used to be...

I love you so much,
and long for your touch...

I want to help you,
and do all I can...

I feel pushed out,
and kicked to the curb...

People say,
That I'm the perfect girl...

I'm sick of myself,
I wish I were gone...