I just want to be,
Not despised, not adored...
Nature is there
For all who listen...
Everywhere you gaze
There are people who have heard...
See that book,
With the markings on its cover...
Watching the world from my window
Spring seems to be that season...
LIFE is not always a bed of roses
Sometimes the thorns are there to prick us...
The shadows that hides her
Away from the world...
A bad egg, is an egg, that's made a wrong turn.
Leaving its family and friends quite concerned...
Behind the make-up and the hair lies a girl just...
She's afraid of the world and what it brings...
You dont really know me
..Just the image I portray...
At the foot of the mountain
You'll see how hard it goes to bring you at the...
I love the way you hold her at night
the way her father should\'ve done so right...