I hate knowing...that you can still survive...
I hate seeing...you walking around without me...

We layed out in the grass, underneath the stars,
listening very closly, to the passing cars...

Thousands of memories, I have of you and me
Thousands of times I loved what I would see...

I told you i loved you
you told me you loved me...

I don't have a story like Sleeping Beauty
or even like Cinderella...

Laying on the table,
Staring at the ceiling...

Life as a teenage girl, is alot harder than it...
so many insecurities, through the many years...

I'd give anything to be little again, and sit on...
Listening to his tall tale stories and feeling...

I have a guardian angel, who sits upon my shoulder
it helps me through my problems, as i grow older...

I hate you,
You'll never understand...

I am not ashamed of who I was, or who I have...
I am proud of the way I live my life...

How hard can it be, to pick up the pieces of a...
How hard can it be, to tape it back up and restart...