It starts with a young girl
and an innocent heart...

Counting stars,
as i lay in bed at night...

Except that this is my life
and that this is me...

Its the feeling of adrenalin pulsing through your...
its the feeling of contentment not wanting to...

Its the feeling of adrenalin pulsing through your...
its the feeling of contentment not wanting to...

When you look into her eyes
do you see it...

She gets on the phone
faking that laugh all along...

I can hear them in the other room
it echo's through the walls...

You were my girl
but now thats all history...

Its a tear running down my cheek......
its feeling dizzy in the head...

I wonder if they know it
but i cut my wrists last night...

Why don't you care daddy
all mum wants is attention...