When the gentle wind blows on your face
all the memories rush back to your brain
which gets lost in its self from the thoughts
that tries to eat it''s self alive.

There's no warning it just claims you
comes over you like a cloak of red.
Everyone thinks it's been too long
I'm pathetic
No one will ever understand and they say they do
they don't
they won't
nothing will ever change but i'll just live with my mistakes
or yours.

Stop Being a *****
no one likes someone who whines all the time
no one wants to listen to anything you have to say
you care about what everyone has to say
you just cant stop feeling sorry for yourself
You're such a hypocrit
you dress like a different genre everyday
can't you just think for yourself?
unless you don't care what anyone thinks?
not even yourself...
just the voices in your head telling you to jump.

When I was a little girl...
I wanted to be a super model
I wanted to drive a pink car
I loved Britteny Spears
I needed my mommy & daddy all the same.

Sense I was a little girl...
Super models weight 70lbs
Black is the new pink
Britteny Spears shaved her head
Lots of arguements

Now that I'm a big girl...
I want to make movies
I drive a ****** red car
Music is just full of pain
My mommy needs me & my daddy uses me.