I feel your hate creeping up my skin,
its causing goosebumps...

I feel a sense of power,
when i hold you...

Mommy,Daddy,
I must go...

I open my eyes,
and look around...

I\'ve tried and tried,
to become what you wanted...

One sunny day,
my friend turned to me...

Your on my mind,
you never leave...

The air brushes my face,
as i sit and stare...

Why me?
was i chosen...

I love my soup,
oh so much...

I find myself
i look in the mirror...

Oh stop, please stop,
stop this obnoxious music...