So you say you love me-
Do you mean it...

Each red line across my wrist
a signature of my fate...

I want to join the air force
and I want to fly...

I want to be beautiful.
Not pretty, not cute...

He ran his fingers through my hair
and told me...

I am here
but I am not...

Tears stream
down her face...

He stole my hear
the day he was born...

Dear /y/o/u,
It seems like your moving...

Well there was this one time
I was little girl...

I tried to take a chance
I had the world beneath my fingers...

I am
a girl, a woman, a little too proud sometimes...