I used to feel like I
would always run and hide...

I'm sorry for being so upset
I'm sick of apoligizing and feeling this regret...

Talk to me
as if the world was ending...

I wake up in the morning
and i throw on the sweet sented armor...

As I sit here
Black mascara runs down my face...

I could feel you breathing
No one believed me...

She lives with her parents
she sees what she wants to see...

I need a cure
I need a somethin to take away the hurt...

I feel nothing
I feel hate...

She was 6 years old
when these feelings started to show...

Tilt my head back and wonder
why the rain and thunder...

Everything is going to be okay
the sun will shine...