A precious baby girl,
Born,yet no one cares...

Starving to be thin,
Hateing yourself within...

The Milkyway of sorrow,
Is full of hopes and dreams...

Even though the sun is shining,
Its hard to live life day by day...

Does she even love me,
Does she even care...

I await you call,
I feel so small...

Im walking home from school,
Like any other day...

Walking Alone,
My feet on the moist grass...

I know Iâ??m not perfect,
Iâ??m just a mistake...

We are so different,
Yet so much the same...

Being Goth is not an illness,
That you think can just be fixed...

Falling too fast,
Remembering the past...