You are my friend,
You really are my world...

All my innocence- ripped away,
And now I have nothing more to say...

She lies awake in her bed,
Tears falling from her eyes...

I know an angel you know,
She flew down straight from the clouds...

She stares upon her body,
Than to the pile of clothes...

If I could be anyone,
I'd be someone you'd adore...

As human beings we are forced to hide,
The raw, ugly feelings that we feel inside...

She wakes up every morning,
Trying hard not to cry...

Breaking up is hard to do,
Espeically when it's with you...

The broken child lays alone,
In this place called her home...

I hate what I am,
I hate what I see...

As I sit and stare at you,
I now realize I have to get through...