My head's in a blur,
I can't see around...
Tricky, tricky little girl
How I wonder what you do...
My soul burns,
With so much pain...
Dyed peacock green
Rain sight unseen...
Feeling sick,
Short of breath...
My father left me when i was 3 months old
he got to see me everyday until i was about 4 1/2...
My days,my weeks,my years,they all slip away like...
i observe helplessly on the sidewalk as i have...
To him life is a game,
a game of misery and pain...
"Hold on to your dreams" she said,
"There is always hope for love"...
You must think
You must think i'm crazy...
My father left me when i was 3 months old
he got to see me everyday until i was about 4 1/2...
I got up the guts
to go and talk to you...