I can't sleep I can feel them around me,
I know it's only in my head its not real what I see.
But it's scary right here,
Rising is my bottled up fear.
At fifteen I understand the feeling of wanting to die,
only for so long can a little girl cry.
Daring to overdose so you can make people give up the stupid silly show.
I am sorry that perfect is not what you see,
And I'm sorry you could never say that you were proud of me.
I am sorry that the love was never there,
Ticket price on the street,
What disgusting old pervit will I meet.
I want to mess with my soul,
She is quiet and has eyes that not many can read,
her soul has been to a dark pace and berried.
She cries only when she is alone,