When I was younger, like any other little girl.
I outlined in my mind Mr. Perfect...

You know how people always say
you never know hat you have till its gone&quot...

I can't help but love you
and at the same time...

You told me you loved me ...
that was true...

She cries
as she lays her self down to sleep...

You says its okay
but its really not...

Why, I ask
why do I act as I do...

So I walk down the hall
I see your smiling face...

Don't tell me you understand
cause you don't...

We are so alike
yet we are so different...

I just cant do it anymore
I'm so sick of your games...

Here it comes again
this familiar, yet alien feeling...