Ive had one heck of a life, Saw things you wont...
So dont think because Im a woman, that I am weak...

Whats it like to be dead to me?
walk past and i see right through you...

Look into the mirror
and what do i see...

Im really sick of getting hurt
by guys i like but turn to jerks...

Im sick of the way you always think everythings my...
And that all the decisions I make, Ends with awful...

I push people away, because thats what you taught...
Living my life all alone, A sadistic replicant of...

Dear the woman i call mum, just a few words in...
my stories of the thousands of days living in this...

The silence drips over us as we lay in the dark,
Both laying there wondering how we made it this...

I know im being dishonest,
I know you deserve better...

I hate how he thinks Im so materialistic,
That when he won't spend any time with me...

The girl in the photo with the fairy dress on,
But now its just a memory, That child is long...

Pretty little paintings sewn into my skin,
Watching my pain express itself the further I dig...