A knife in my hand
blood on the floor...

A little girl so happy so nice
a little girl made of sugar and spice...

He\\\\\\\'s a drunk but i love him
what am i to do...

A man of one\\\\\\\'s dream
a man of one\\\\\\\'s hope...

This little girl, her very own
to love and hold, none of which she has shown...

You tell me it\'s my fault
you tell me in in the wrong...

You think you've got it all
just then you fall...

Why is it when i express my feelings
you people go up the wall...

I can't remeber the last time i felt this way,
this gust of wind so strong im begining to sway...

I was just a little girl when my mommy told me
to never walk alone, with someone i was to be...

Curled up in a corner
wrists dripping of pain...

Im happy to say
and with a smile...