It Seems Just Like Yesturday You Were Holding Me Close Calling Me "Your Little Princess"
Now It's Like You Don't Want My Exestince...
You Don't Even Look Me In The Eyes...
Only When It's Filled With Anger And Hate...
You Don't Hold Me Or Kiss Me The Way You Used To...
Like If I Was Some Kind of Diease...
You Don't Smile At Me...
Instead You Grind Your Teeth At Me That Is Filled With Dissapointment...
You Don't Hold My Hand As You Use To...
You Pull My Hand As You Begin To Leave Me Battle Scars...