The bickering doesn't seem to quit,
The endless tears keep rolling...

There was a young girl,
Who looked in a mirror...

I hear your heart beat,
But do you feel...

It's so hard to get back up,
From falling down so far...

A person we are fond of,
Has fallen short of luck...

It's over with the tears,
I'm done being filled with rage...

All the effort doesn't matter,
The potential is only there...

I need an angel,
To lift my spirits high...

I just can't go on,
Pretending that I'm okay...

Why does this always seem to happen,
My life...

Every time I convince myself,
That I have happiness...

It seems my luck has turned,
But not forever to stay...