I feel so sad
I hate me so much...

I lie on my bed
curled in a ball...

You told me I'd get better
That soon I'd really see...

A small child of 3
sprawled across her bed...

My eyes are always
drawn to your face...

Nothing could fill,
this emptiness inside...

Put your arms around me
hold me tight...

Crisp white pages
all exactly the same...

I go everywhere,
with my cover on...

Father and daughter
a half and a quater...

I've wept a path of tears like dew
crying over somthing no one knew...

Daddy mugged a man
made him pay him well...