Never wanted you to know
never really trusted you...
A boy that stares
up into the night...
Some people say
that little girl is perfect...
I can’t feel anyone on my shoulder
Years have passed and now I’m older...
My dreams have gone
And terror has come to stay...
Am i pretty enough now?
she stands in front of a mirror...
Should I stay,
Or should I go...
Slit a wrist
Start to cry...
She puts herself down
She's teasing to please...
She wants to look like those girls
She sees in magazines...
The image I portray is only an illusion,
To cover up the truth that I do need attention...
Please...
Someone please...