Now Little Roxanne’s only 16 years old
Trying to figure out why this world is so cold
Losing her mother to substance abuse & her brother betraying her
Looking for someone to love her but all guys seem to do is play her
Crying her nights away, contemplating on running away
Seeing all the hell around her & no reason to stay
She’s feeling so lost like no one will ever understand her pain
Why she remains alone & always talking to the rain
So good at hiding the cracks on her heart, pretending to be fine
Always giving her heart away just to get it declined
Being dedicated to seeing things get better, she goes the extra mile for a solution
But when things take a turn for the worst, she’s stuck there with confusion
Crying heavy until her face turns red & her eyes swell up
Back against the wall with no one there to help keep her head up
Feeling so alone in this cold world, she sometimes seek a way out
Razors to the wrist, hoping her blood will just bleed out
Feeling like this is the end & there’s no other way to peace
Try hard so many times but the pain will only increase
Wanting to feel at home but a home is what she never had
All she knows is the hell she faces daily, unfamiliar with happiness, & always sad
With no other to peace other than to run away or call it quits
Trying to make things right but instead feeling like the conflict
Desiring life to get back on track & finally feel safe
But sometimes wishing to fall asleep but never awake