Slowly I'm becoming somebody I don't want to be,
Like a rose with a million thorns it's growing in...
I lean over the window sill
i was there sitting still...
He tells me I'm my own worst critic...
But how can I see past my own imperfections...
I live in absolute admiration.
In a land of dreams...
Nothing but a cloud.
Slowly floating across the blue sky...
I found a paper today
Wrinkled and yellow...
Everything has gone so dark
I wish I could see again...
Someone once told me
That all I have to do...
For 2 years i fought the need to rip myself apart
i tried to find new ways to cope...
Sitting there by herself,
Unable to understand why she always get hurt...
Like a princess you entered my life
Like a queen you settled...
Christmas time is here and its time to pretend...
I'll pretend I'm ok...