Staring at the glass half empty
Not half full...

I really do try to care
I do but it doesn't work...

This ring is my bondage.
It holds me down...

There's a story of a girl who use to be happy not...
She wasted a whole year of her life...

Short little girl
pretending to be beautiful...

Sometimes I forget everything
Even the good...

This is what I wish..When you move away don't...
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I prayed to God for love to come to me by age...
And so it did one unlike I have ever seen...

Moving doesn't seem important to me.
I've been trying to slow down the process...

I was happy then it went all all away
You came and took the sun away...

I was 17 years old when i died
Didn't make it to 18...

A year of troubles
A distant memory now...