I am that book on that shelf
in the back with the dust...

I cried you cried
you told me you'd change...

Hey baby wanna call me?
i think your lost or took a wrong turn...

There is beauty within us
not just outer but inner...

Her arm a tree
being carved...

And through my battered body all the pain is...
the thoughts of suicide the anger, the rage...

I see you kissing her with a smirk
ah your an ass, a big jerk...

Hotness creeps through my body
is this really happening...

I take out a paper and pen
i scribble your name...

My pain is enclosed in a letter
inside a sealed envelope i will mail to you...

I am just a girl in crisis crying out to be heard
trying to avoid the obstacles ahead and forgetting...

So put me on trial
for these words that i speak...