I could talk for hours,
I have dimples on my chin...

You sit there crying crocodile tears,
Oh how very sad...

I am not real,
Yes, i am made of flesh and blood...

When will I wake up, grow up learn?
When will I reach the inevitable...

I've never believed in much,
But I believed in you...

18 candles, 18 wishes...
1. I wish that I was more confident...

If I could do things differently would I?
If it meant waking up with your arms wrapped...

You are a wall...
I talk and you don't listen...

The flame dancing on the candle flickers,
In the background somebody is crying...

You just don't understand what it's like to be me,
Expected to be someone you never will be...

(based on the novel by Jodi Picoult)
The question burned my lips...

Picking at my finger tips pulling at my hair,
looking all around me for anything: it is bare...