Life is what you make it?
I did not choose to cry...

Wallowing in my depression,
Dying to break free...

It's tearing me apart,
The fact that you're gone...

Can you see me,
From where you are...

There's something missing,
In my life, so young...

What was it, Paul,
That made you die...

Alone is how i'm feeling,
How i feel right now...

Feel so depressed,
And lost in this life...

I don't know what I'm feeling,
Or why I feel this way...

It's so sad daddy,
that you'll never see me grow, to be a daughter...

I don't belong here,
I'm not like any of you...

If God was so real,
Then why do I feel this way...