I see myself,
I am disgusted with who Ive become...

I look into the tiny piece of glass,
I see something so familiar to me...

The one this she can't live without,
It's her one weakness...

I feel like such a mistake,
Even with everything that I have...

You arent there for me anymore,
When I need you most...

Torn between two worlds,
One of hatred...

Cries differ,
They come at many different times...

The broken heart of a girl
is fragile and delicate...

As I walk down the street,
I feel the wind go through my hair...

The calming sound of the waves,
Rushing against the rocks...

Tears fall like rain
i feel so much pain...

Some say that Africa is the wild,
But to me the true wild is in the plains...