Theres always going to be girls like me
With the hurt the pain and the lies...
Im a fallen angel
Wings black as night...
I need your reply
Never thought it would hurt this much...
Blood lines carved into skin
Curves with my frail wrist...
My life, now a maelstrom of emotions
Thrust upon another, the explode in tensions...
I hate being me
I hate looking in the mirror everyday and seeing...
Crying, screaming.
I find myself alone again...
It's strange isn't it, my father
tells me he wants to kill...
The words grew at her mouth.
But she found she could not speak...
Hate being torn apart
expecting the worst...
I try to let my feelings out
But it doesn't make a difference...
It ain't no fun
being me...