My head is aching.
Just as my heart each day...

Did I ever mention I hate?
I hate so much...

Why do people tell me I'm beautiful
When I know it must be a lie...

I look in the mirror,
I see a girl who is not known...

My wounds are twisted and opened before your eyes.
Torturing my soul and heart like these lies...

I stand for my rights.
I have them as much as you...

The heart symbolizes love.
I don't know it ever does...

Here I am, losing control.
Its draining the love from my soul...

I see you happy, glistering with such a smile.
I feel your warmth, if only for a while...

She and I.
Were like two peas in a pod...

Who am i?
who am i...

Cool of the touch
but thats not enough...