He says that I am the perfect girl.
He uses 'I love you' like an excuse...

What happened to us in the past?
What caused our hearts to seperate...

The flower's dew drops that have fallen,
just like those unworthy...

They scream freak.
They sneer at my clothes...

My scars are all in the mind,
I have no cuts on my fore-arms...

Little One
left alone...

Righteous indignation
Anger- clenched fists...

I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me...

Feelings, the things I never thought I'd know.
Well, you proved me wrong...

*This is my mother's story.*
Risen from toddlerhood in a broken home...

I want to sketch your face with my fingers,
Taste your breath on my tongue...

*This is actually a song I wrote, but I thought it...
I'm not the one with a future...