I am the most put-together walking disaster that you will ever meet.
Yeah, I'm torn and tattered.
And I'm falling apart at the seams
But you'll never see that part of me.
I know how to stitch and sew,
Duct tape and super glue work wonders too, you know.

White picket fence,
A house owned,
No rent.
A ring on my finger,
Baby on my hip,
And an amazing husband,
Who comes home to my kiss.
Oh, the age of sweet dreams and innocence...

It's time to wake up, kid.

A white picket fence?
You'll be lucky to find an apartment where you can afford rent.
You won't have a ring on your finger,
But it's quite easy to have a baby on your hip.
For a very long time,
The word "husband" will make you sick.
Even love will seem like a myth.

Long gone are the days of innocence.
Say hello to the age of disaster.
Life is wonderful,
Isn't it?

You changed me.
I was a wallflower.
You pulled me off the wall,
And watched me bloom.

I am now something beautiful,
And it's all thanks to you.

I may be going to hell,
But don't worry about me.

I'm probably going to hell,
But, I'll have lots of company.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell.
The end of my life will not be signaled by the sound of a golden bell.
The life I swore I'd never live has taken its toll.
My halo has been pawned,
And my wings are broke.
Not even the church could save my soul.

And if by chance,
I do make it to the promised land,
Those golden, glowing gates would never let me in.

Heaven is where everyone wants to go,
But some of us are destined to end up down below.

Mirror, mirror,
You're no longer on my wall.
Why?
Because I hate you;
I can't stand you at all.
Gone are the days when I'd hope for you to compliment me.
I know that when I look into you,
Ugly is all I see.

Mirror, mirror,
Why are you so mean?
I just want to be pretty,
Like every girl around me.
I no longer care about being skinny and tall.
I just want to feel beautiful,
That is all.

Mirror, mirror,
I took you off of my walk.
You were the ugly one,
It wasn't me at all.

I'm the girl who hates shopping.
Hard to believe, I know.
But nothing makes me look right.
They say I'm ugly regardless of my clothes.
You may know me.

I'm the girl that sleeps all day,
Because I stay up all night.
What good is the daylight,
When it feels like nothing is right.
You may know me.

I'm the girl in the back of the room,
The one who never makes a sound.
Maybe I wouldn't be so "anti-social",
If I had more friends around.
You might know me.

I'm the girl who cries almost every day,
The one who wants to disappear.
I struggle to keep my head up;
Maybe things will be better in a few years.
You might know me.

I'm the girl who made it through,
The one now finds reasons to smile.
Things sure were tough back then,
But it only lasted for a while.
You may not know me yet,
But I hope someday you do.
You deserve to know me just as well as I know you.

Take everything in your mind,
And just let it flow.
Drag your pen across the paper,
Make some lines.
Burst of color are truly beautiful,
Even words work just fine.

The paper holds so much about me,
That the world may never know.
So many words I've scribbled on paper,
Just trying to let things go.
My mind is a masterpiece of chaos,
I mustn't let it show.
Sometimes emotions bubble over,
And I don't know if I'll be okay,
But if I have the ability to write it out,
I can make it through the day.


The paper knows how I feel and why,
It's kept so many of my secrets.
To the paper I've confessed a lot of lies.
So when the going gets tough,
I know where to go.
I put my pen to the paper and reveal things that most people will probably never know.