• I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
    The familiar stranger staring back at me.
    My hair is too far in length,
    My faith isnt about to dawn,
    My eyes seem too dim,
    and my grin is too bought.
    Like a knife hiding in my sheath
    Just waiting to be drawn...
    That's me.

    [A diff. one]
    Where's my happy
    Where's my joy?
    I see only what I'm wanted to be.
    I'm NOT everyones play toy.

    [Another one..again]
    I have a life,
    I have a meaning.
    I have keepsakes and memories.
    Do these mean nothing to thee?
    Thou shan't hand me over to dispair and strife.

    [Last one.. promise]
    For I live and I breathe,
    Can't you see?
    Look at me,
    Can you not feel the sorrow and grief?
    For I live and I breathe,
    I am nobody but me.