Tonight, I had a dream.
But that to me is nothing new...

A hand of cards dealt to Nobody's child,
On the day that she was born...

I don't want to cry anymore,
How do i make it go away...

So I've been asked to write a poem,
About how the story started...

This feels too familiar,
You've swept me off my feet...

Where do I begin from,
How did this all begin...

Take a trip down memory lane,
Here the applause...

There's a girl in the mirror,
I don't know who she is...

This story is a part of us,
For months its been the same...

You said all I had to do was ask,
I try too open up about my painful past...

Writing, the only thing I turn to when times get...
But what am I supposed to do...

Holding my heart in the palm of your hand,
You mapped out my future...