There once was a girl
Who suffered within...
I still recall the summer nights,
the quiet sigh of swaying trees...
I promised not to cry,
I said I would hang on...
The music gets darker
As the fans jump around...
Foes will often
Abuse trust of...
When recovering
There is a fine line between...
I've become uncomfortable
with pillow clouds that dance...
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...
I can hear them again
Him yelling at her...
It's so easy to say that I don't miss you,
But of course my heart won't say the same...
A little girl
on the floor...
Every morning I wake up I look in the mirror
And I see a girl looking back at me...