He says that I am the perfect girl.
He uses 'I love you' like an excuse...

What happened to us in the past?
What caused our hearts to seperate...

The flower's dew drops that have fallen,
just like those unworthy...

My scars are all in the mind,
I have no cuts on my fore-arms...

They scream freak.
They sneer at my clothes...

Little One
left alone...

Righteous indignation
Anger- clenched fists...

I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me...

*This is my mother's story.*
Risen from toddlerhood in a broken home...

Feelings, the things I never thought I'd know.
Well, you proved me wrong...

*This is actually a song I wrote, but I thought it...
I'm not the one with a future...

Random crap that is eventually going to come up
In ways that get me in sessions weekly...