She sits in a corner
with such a sad face...

I listen to his laugh
his pictures in my mind...

He looks at me and for a moment i forget where i...
hes eyes connect with mine...

Hands and giggles and memories collide
flashbacks and pictures that you keep inside...

When im all on on my own
and no ones around...

I love you , i say
but inside my head...

I once knew a man called bob
who had a bin man job...

Punched,kicked
dragged,scratched,bitten...

Suicidal ....
no not my daughter my mum wuld say...