I look in the mirror..
at this image of me...

I look down at the knife in my hand,
It looks so sharp, sharp enough to draw the blood...

Your daddy may not want you,
He may not even care...

We finally spent a night together,
In that sweet ecstasy...

There's so much to be happy for,
So much to get vivacious about...

Why can't you just accept that I'm not like you?
Why do you always have to tell me there's more to...

I'm scared,
I don't want to lose you...

In the short time we've been together,
I've fallen in love with you...

These feelings,
Are tearing at me...

Look at me,
I mean really look at me for once...

Sometimes,
I get scared...

What do you do,
When the one man...