When I look around... I see beauty when I look at others I wish that could be me Every passing moment I try But I know whats deep inside When the sun comes up I don't want to face the day I'm sick of what I see the image that's in my way I always ask why why am I this way why did I have to live why do people always leave me... When I look around I see many others I wonder what there thinking about how it is to feel pretty I guess I'll never know.... But for now I surrender
Fionnia · Wed Apr 29, 2009 @ 10:40pm · 0 Comments |