Its like when it rains..
if you look at it dead on you cant see the rain...

She wanted to be perfect
like the girls in magazines...

I need to tell i no i have to
its only right...

She smiles sweetly
to hide her fear...

My heart is broken
my soul wont heal...

My little angel
my sweet little heart...

Ppl ask me what they can do to make things help
i just repliy...

Im sorry
i didnt mean to grow up and become a failure...

IF I WERE TO RUN WOULD YOU COME AFTER ME??
IF I WERE TO TRY TO HURT WOULD YOU TRY TO STOP...

Thought he loved me
i guess not...

He took it away
my hope and m pride...

Its hard
to decide beween you or me...