I look in the mirror
nothing has really changed...
I am me, I am restless
I am me, I am fantasy and art...
Do you really love me??
How can you love me...
It was an emotional day
Though that sounds so gay...
Perhaps I've gone too far with this one,
so far as to say you'll never know you were wrong...
No-one looked at what she did,
Or listened to what she said...
Feeling lost
And all alone...
Burn me.
Burn me with your tongue...
Disappointment obvious in her voice
It quivers, about to break in two...
As I take a look around,
There are many things wrong with what I see...
Oh what a beautiful site
Under the sun, shinning so bright...
My mother has beaten me in weight,
this nasty thing that has become a game...