I'm gonna be a tattle tale,
I'm not gonna lie...
I always feel like I’m waiting
Waiting its so frustrating...
What we Give
I seek something...
I'm tired of pretending
that everythin's OK...
Always have to sit there
pretending to be happy...
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know what to think...
Every time I lye awake
After every pill I take...
I’m lying here,
Blank...
Can you tell?
Can you tell she's afraid...
A troubled mother walked through the bathroom...
Saw her distant daughter lying on the floor...
I carry this cross in a solemn vow
that everything before me will revive itself back...
There she lay,
her matted hair on her soft white bosom...