If someone would come up and ask me to tell them...
i dont want to look back one day and say i could...

\"she looks in the mirror evey day not...

I cant look eye to eye
scared of what youll see...

Thinking of who would miss me if i died i figured...
my family wouldnt count...

Dear Teacher
To my Mum...

I want to be so small
it would hurt to look at me...

I looked in the mirror today i and i almost could...
i almot thought that the smile was real...

Sitting here
smiling, laughing...

That nite like a nightmar playing over and over...
the kissing - i didnt mind...

Out of sight out of mind is what they all like to...
but i havent seen u in ages and ur still with me...

The smile faids form my face
the tears start to fall...

Im going to runaway
im going to fly away...