I walk but no one sees me.
I talk but no one hears me.
I love but no one loves me.
I hurt but no one saves me.

I hope my dreams won't come true,
because all my dreams are nightmares.

People use me and call me a friend.
People hate me and don't even know me.

There is only one thing left to do.
My time here is slowly expiring.
I need to leave and the only way is to ---

"Hello"
"Hi" ...My first smile

Butterflies dance around
Creating fate ever so
Even with the screaming sound

As if we are spellbound
We are all actors in a show
Butterflies dance around

They have our fate aground
It cannot be changed, oh-no
Even with the screaming sound

No control on the battleground
Best to lay as a willow
Butterflies dance around

Memories with us turn brown
People always come and go
Even with the screaming sound

Life is never fully bound
Have faith in will even though
Butterflies dance around
Even with the screaming sound.

It's bad
It's hurtful
It's something I don't believe in

It's deceitful
It's disrespectful
It's something I don't believe in

It's upsetting
It's ridiculous
It's something I don't believe in

It's different
It's tempting
It's something I've done

When you're little, you look up to your father;
A man who's always there for his little daughter.
He supposed to be there to dance and play,
and, maybe, even sing with you all day.
Your dad is the man to push you on the swings,
so high you feel like you have wings.

My father always had the whitest smile,
just like my dress will be when I walk down the aisle.
He always put his hands on his hips,
and flashed a smile yet not on his lips.
His eyes would twinkle when they met mine,
no matter the situation, he make you laugh every time.

My fantasy world was shattered at age five,
when my father stopped breathing and wasn't alive.
My mom cried and our family shared hugs,
yet there's still something on my heart that tugs.
That constant reminder of what my life was,
some people say it hurts, and I'll tell you it does.

But don't feel too bad, my life is truly great;
I promise this experience didn't fill me full of hate.
I love my dad and my step-father too,
some people say, "That's impossible to do".
So my life continues and he's still dearly, I miss,
How I said goodbye -- it was with a kiss.

Sometimes enemies are better than fake friends,
only because you don't have anything to lose in the end.
They can tell you they're trying to help,
but all they do is listen to your crying out yelp.
They're supposed to be there to have your back,
but sympathy and compassion is what they truly lack.

Enemies will hurt you,
they do it intentionally too.
They want you to know they were the ones who caused you pain,
and with everything they do, you'll question if they're sane.
But when fake friends hurt you, they do it while they're hiding,
because they want to see you break, almost like you're dying.

Life is filled with fakers,
and I just happen to be the giver, and them the takers.
The fantasy world is black and white,
and everything is just right.
But in our world there's color,
and our feelings are grain while they are Muller.

Choose your friends wisely,
because someone may be stabbing your back - ever so quietly

Friends are important,
That's no doubt of mine
Whenever you're down,
They'll try to make you shine.

But friends can't always be there,
And family isn't always around.
So where do I turn,
When I want to be safe and sound.

My mind starts to wonder,
When I'm alone with just me.
What if I did something wrong,
My thoughts won't ever let me be.

Soon I'll realize,
I've worried for nothing.
My friends are always here,
Because we truly have something.

"You're young," they say.
"You have the world ahead of you," they say.
"You don't have to plan your life right now," they say.
Are they right?

"It's a big world out there," Mother says.
"There's unlimited choices for you," Mother says.
"You can do anything you want," Mother says.
Is Mother right?

"You're so smart," Father says.
"You can be whatever you want," Father says.
"You will be amazing in whatever you do," Father says.
Is Father right?

Society says, "You're just average."
Society says, "You have to try harder."
Society says, "You're nothing special."
Is Society right?

From Kings and Queens,
I’m considered a Princess.
From my palace on the corner,
The birds sing me good morning.
This, is where I come from.

From my diary,
Which records the present,
From my stuffed bear,
Which shows my past.
This, is where I come from.

From the loss in my life,
I grew up fast.
From my step-father proposing,
my family is complete.
This, is where I come from.

From fishing on the docks,
My knowledge grew.
From my loving, stubborn, compassionate family,
I’m independent and brave.
This, is where I come from.

From my heartbreaks,
I became strong.
From my love,
I became loyal.
This, is where I come from.

From wars and marriages,
Friendships were made.
From love and trust,
My family tree grew.
This, is where I come from.

My love for you,
is so strong,
is so magnificent,
is so different.
All the words in the world,
I can't express my love.

The grace of a horse,
The beauty of a diamond,
The passion of a rose,
The length of the universe.
My love for you is a combination,
in which it is hard to describe.

Only love,
Only loyalty,
Only you,
Only me,
Only us,
Only we.