In a perfect world
I'd be his girl
he hold me tight
each and every night
in a perfect world
I wouldn't be this girl
who cries her self to sleep
behind close doors when no ones around
thinking the last thoughts she'll hear
is click click boom as she hits the ground
in a perfect world
i wouldn't with a smile
and inside be thinking the whole wile
that i want to take a shot gun
and end my life wile I'm still young
so i would feel this pain no more
and wouldn't have to hide behind locked doors
in a perfect world
every little scar i leave
wouldn't be hidden by a long sleeve
hopeing that the blood wouldn't seep through
so the world could see the real you
in a perfect world
i wouldn't be writing this poem
the whole time I'm showing
the difference between the real me
and what everyone else See's
