I do not want to do this
but its my only choice...

I see these broken pieces
all gathered in my hand...

I'm sorry i was born
it was not my choice...

Today I'll tell a lie
if you ask me what i ate...

The broken heart and pain
hasn't gotten better...

Sitting in my room
crying on my bed...

I hate the person in the mirror
who's staring back at me...

I have to tell you something
that most of you may know...

Look into my eyes
and try to find the truth...

If you really listened
to the words that i say...

I know this broken girl
her heart is very bare...

This feeling that i have
comes from deep inside...