Jenny was all happy,
She would go to her new cottage next week...

Nobody knows exactly,
what my sorrow is about...

I'm tired,
Of confusion...

My heart already broken,
My feelings already dead...

I have many personalities,
All fake but I need them to hide my pain...

There was once a 14-year-old,
Who was living in a world all controlled...

Trust,
A word with a definition lost...

You say you care,
Two months after you act as if I'm not there...

You're destroying yourself,
Destroying everything...

What to say?
What to do...

Seeing him hurt,
Hurts me badly in return...