My name is Crystal
I have a rough past...

I'm tired of hiding
Behind this "happy" mask...

Many things, a lot of things
Can be different varieties of bad...

All because of you
I am who I am today...

As I lay on my bed
Thinking of the worse...

I have no one who cares
No one who sees...

I remember the first hit
The first slap, the first cut...

The wind in my hair
The clouds in the sky...

Everyone has someone
To catch them when they fall...

When you're sad I'm there for you
When you're hurt I heal...

Everything is nothing
That people are so obsessed...

People are confused
About why they're even here...