Now the government is deciding
How it's people should get by...

In a way,
I'm killing myself slowly...

Friends are supposed to be there for one another
But when i arrived you pushed me to the gutter...

She was born in the winter of 1958
Sweet luminous smile, big blue eyes...

She has this disorder
It's called B.D.D...

We were both 18
That's when he kidnapped my heart...

As I lie awake I ponder
Why can't I fall asleep...

Men and women battered and bruised cry out for...
Nothing comes out but a hopeless yelp...

This girl has no love for herself inside
Her mirror image haunts her every night...