She looks at herself in the mirror,
tears of pain on her face...

Watching the world around you
living in what you see...

&& She'll sit here wondering
if what she did was right...

Feb. 22
Dear diary...

I know sometimes i get mean
or witchy from P.M.S...

I'm lying in my bed
thinking about you...

So, its like Every time i see this boy,
i don't know what to say...

Wishes are what u make of them
and dreams never come true...

Badly I'm in need
still holding you in my heart...

She goes into the relationship
knowing they're all the same...

As everyday goes by
i miss u more and more...

When i see you
standing there...