When i look in the mirror
i see you...

In a hideous world
I'm not the prettiest...

Your in the navy
and I'm so proud...

When i first met you
i knew you were true...

June 1997, its my birthday
I'm six years old...

They tell me to act happy
i tell them no way...

How could i forget
that day when you killed that little girl...

Lets go upstairs
and have so personal fun...

Its like the person she hates shes become
no time for herself...

We fight we argue
we laugh we cry...

You left me with someone i didn't know
you never cared about me...

Life is about
love and death...