Why am I so different?
What can I not see...

She sits on the street, people passsing by,
She is so humiliated, she wants to die...

By the time I was 11, I was drinking every day,
Vodka and some lager, thought it was the only way...

I get the blade
its in my hand...

Surround yourself in things that are fake.
See how much fuss you can make...

As i look in the mirror.
i cry at what i see...

I walk down the streets
Begging bowl in my hand...

I used to wish that i could take it all away,
forget the past and love to see another day...

People staring,
No one caring...

Please daddy stop it,
I really don’t understand...