I am wilted
Broken in despair...

Remember me mom?
I'm the daughter you held and watched grow...

I'm locked in the pain and there's no way out
I'm blasting the music so you can't hear me shout...

This is a poem
And I don't know what I'm writing...

Some people come from Portlad
Some people come from Tenesse...

It's like every time I look in the mirror I cry
Torn up by that hatred and the crap and the lies...

I cant believe this is happening to me
The girls whose life was broken but free...

Walking along
At the end of the road...

Theres fire burning in our hearts
And we join to take a stand...

Living with Loretta
It ain't an easy thing to do...

Springtime in the air
Flowers by the river...

Rocky cliffs are calling
Sloping mountians drawing...