"Who is that?"
"Me? No. What? That can't be me."*

Where did these scars come from?
Where did my mind go?
What happened to the happy smile,
And the eyes that would brightly glow?
What happened to that pretty girl?
With the brain that would always grow?
When did this life turn so sharply cold?
When did my self-esteem become so low?
When was the last time I was happy?
I can honestly say, I don't even know

My eyes are always tearing,
Death is on my mind,
And the only thing I can say,
Is that I'm perfectly fine.