After 8 years,
We were still friends...

My life is tumbling down around me
Everything is a mess...

A smile upon my lips
A lie, fake...

Since the day you died,
I have yet to cry...

I beg to know what I did wrong, I want to...
Why was I sent here, to this evil land...

There's a saying, it goes like this:
Actions are louder then words...

Lying on my bed,
My dreams have come true...

Make- up packed on my face
To cover up those slap marks and bruises...

The Bruises fade,
From where you used to hit me...

Love is something i dream about,
That i wish upon a star for...

I find myself crying, sometimes I don't know why,
Crying to myself...

I say I'm lucky in life,
Cos, i have one less fear...