When I first met you
I was a shy little girl...

A teenage girl
she was 13...

I once knew this little girl
She loved to eat skittles...

Look in the mirror
what do you see...

In a cold and misled world,
With black and lonely thoughts...

Fly to the sky
Its time to say goodbye...

Im not right
Im not well...

Im gonna tell you a story
I once knew this girl...

I hate being me
I hate looking in the mirror everyday and seeing...

Im so sick of being me.
Im so sick of the people around me...

Took a lotta crap as a little girl
Had to learn how to fight when i was a little girl...

This pain with in me
I can't get rid of it...