You could be so pretty
If you just...
In the middle of my bedroom
you hear a awful scream...
They look at me and wonder
how I have it all down...
Through the perception of life
we stand and decide...
And so you said to me
How do you feel in here...
They thought they could ruin me
they thought i was easily beat...
Always picked on,
Always teased...
I wish i could tell people how i feel
i want something real...
You've infected me with your disease,
And I can't escape your evil hold...
Why do girls sit in front of the mirror pointing...
why do girls crave perfection...
Little girls getting raped...molested
Little boys joing gangs because they have no on to...
-Follow The Moonbeams.-
In a darkened room she sits with her head on her...