Look yourself in the mirror,
Close your eyes and count to three...
I didn't think it would mean this much,
to know I can't feel your touch...
We have wars and we fight.
Is that supposed to be allright...
It's cold outside,
and the world is white...
"Why don't just tell me?"
"Honey, were not meant to be."...
She sits and thinks about the meaning of life,
She can't even feel her wrist touching the knife...
I believe in psychic powers,
But the future I don't want to see...
I tried to be everything,
I tried to be it all...
A tear can fall down my face,
but I'm not crying...
I will soon decide my future,
when I'm only 15 years old...
You gave me a pink rose and said:
I like you...
She doesn't understand,
the fact the no one hear her cries...