I want to sketch your face with my fingers,
Taste your breath on my tongue...

Why do words affect me so much?
Why do his words mean more than anything...

Emotions.
They are crazy, unpredictable, scary...

Cruel people don't look outside of their windows,
And you'd think they'd know where the orphans go...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Righteous indignation
Anger- clenched fists...

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