I wonder why i am here and why im even alive
i wonder why i hate myself...

I'm living in a horror film
in a mental jail...

Was it something I said?
Was it something I did...

We used to walk along the road
passing all the people by...

This is how I thought it would start
You would win the key to my heart...

I didn't want to do it
I know I shouldn't have...

As she walks down the street
She's known as the Spanish Queen...

You told me to be what I am
When my eyes were closed you told me to see...

You and me met
Cause we went to the same school...

How does it feel to be pushed around
To be lost and not found...

O my god I cant believe myself
I told you one of my secrets...

She has bruises on her arms
her father tends to beat her...