It's a special kind of gift she holds
The power to mess things up...

I don't know whats going on with you
What your thinking...

A gun to my temple
A blade to my wrist...

It has been two years now
Since I last saw you face...

I don't know what to do
As you hug your knees and cry...

Some days I see dad crying
I know he's thinking of you...

There is no comparison,
So why does my heart still linger...

So she asks "why me?"
Why does it all seem to fall on her...

Nobody understands how I feel
And nobody could ever care...