I still try to do that,
when i was in foster care...

This is me, the real me,
I'm not like the other girls...

We talked for hours and hours
we chilled for days and days...

We were to-getter when we were 5 years old
What happen to us...

When i cut myself,
It feels like no one can help me...

Every time we talk,
I think about what happen...

Babe, your my everything, i ever had
But now you gone, and with someone else...