sometimes it takes
giving up your right to speech
to settle an argument
so i'll the alone in my mind
while others think i'm ok
to stay in the circal of people who can help me
though no one can help me on my very grave
but sometimes you need to be alone
to stay

pretty little girls
making it in the high heeled world
picture of health
when they’re really starving themselves
pretty little girls
looking at the scale and cry
perfect on the inside
makeup on the outside
pretty little girls

I wish life could be what i wanted it to be

but even then i wouldn't be happy

I have been living in the land of make believe

making sure people only saw what i wanted them to see

and some time along the way i forgot that i was hiding things

I forgot there was more to me then what people think

more to me than want i started to believe

wanted to believe

but now the cracks in my reality

are shining brighter

the things i hid from me are coming out so i can see

I was fine until you came and shattered me

showed me reality

made me realize that i stopped feeling

you broke my fairy tale

without asking me

but I still want my life to be what i imagined it to be

but even then i wouldn't be happy

and this one question that no one can answer for me

is it better to know what you don't want to see

Or to live your life in the make believe

She lived in the suburbs
her life wasnt the worse
people had worse problems than her

Her father wasnt REALLY abusive
only when she deserved it
only when she did something wrong

She didnt have to hold the entire family up
all the time
only when her dad wasnt home
which was always.....

She wasnt always depressed
she had times of joy when she went over others peoples houses

She was in all the after school clubs
(so she wouldnt have to come home)
She had so many friends
She always had a smile on her face
(and a tear drop in her eyes)
She had the cutest sweaters that she couldn't go without wearing
(To hid the scars)
She was the most perfect girl in the world
Everyone loved her
And she loved everyone
She was the girl we all wanted to be
(She turned herself into what people wanted her to be, so that she can finally please somebody.)

i went to a wake
but it was more
i looked at that open casket
and saw a memory of joy
and more
in the audience
at least 100 people
to remember this woman
everybody had something to say about her
everything was positive
and i truly believe

*we saw her up to heaven