I wonder what it would feel like to be you
To be rich and popular...

I'm sick of depression
I'm sick of sadness...

I adore you
like no other...

Sitting in her room
Nothing to protect her...

You see her there smiling,
hair in messy waves...

He's in my life but your not.
I'm smiling & laughing again but the memories...

I love it how you touch my hand
and embrace it like the last...

Is this a nightmare?
Everywhere I look, there's deep dark corners of...

She feels so lonely.
Sitting here all alone...

I don't tell because they make fun
They don't like your bald little head...

Her thoughts and memories burn within her
taunting her, urdging her to ease the pain...

Cant I help you
I need to help you...