The tears running down her face tell a long sad story,
A story about a little girl always being kicked around.
She tried to stay strong through the heart ache she knew as life,
But every time she stood up life would knock her back down.

This little girl knew nothing but emotional and physical pain,
Every night she would lie in bed pleading to God to not wake,
But for her he never answered her long and painful prayers,
Each morning she awoke once again to feel that terribly painful ache.

The little girl became depressed,
She never left her room,
Her life became merely a myth,
She was left with nothing but gloom.

You may wonder how I know so much about this girl,
Well I know her inside and out,
I know her more than anyone,
And I'm the only one who loves her beyond a doubt.

You see that little girl,
The girl who could only plea,
Is unfortunately
Me.