If I were gone would you cry
Would you come to my funeral to say goodbye...

Who am I
Am I the girl who is quiet...

This is my confession
The telling of a secret obsession...

Hate me
Because I act different...

Feeling so betrayed
But I could end it now...

Love is for losers
Hate is for real...

His name was Evan
I met him when I was almost seven...

Trapped
A prisoner of my own mind...

I wish you could see
How sweet you are to me...

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But the beholders eye is shallow...

I wonder if people would miss me
If I was gone tomorrow...