I am the child with no face
i am the lady lacking grace
i am the little girl holding her mamma\'s hand
i am the singer in the band
I am cruel
I am kind
I am what ever my heart tells my mind
I am alone
Without a home
I am a witch
i don\'t dare stare
at those better off than I
I am a child
i am a mother
i am a sister
i am a brother
i am alone in a world with so few
So few like me and you
Ive screamed my pain
and ranted about who\'s to blame
Yet alone do i sit and cry
bleeding and wanting to die
treated like a streetwalker
living no better than a boar
This is the future
no more happiness and laughter
no more gay times and silly rhymes
alone in the world i sit and cry wondering if i have the strength to die
blood pools around my wrists
my lungs begin to fail
my last breath
and slowly death wafts into the air
happiness fills my lungs
my white wings sway
no more troubles to make me sad
no more story\'s to make me mad
I\'m forever destined to be an angel looking down
