Your parents tell you they don't love you
They are always yelling, saying you were a mistake...

Running around the room playing with toys
I pick up my favorite toy gun...

I walk along this lonely path
With just the pieces that you left...

It has been over a year,
Since we last said our goodbye...

Laying together under the stars,
With your head on my chest...

A simple girl...
Sitting quietly on the train...

Another sleepless, cold night
I ran across pictures of you...

I hang up the phone,
knowing what is to come...