Ask yourself who am I? What am I?
These emotions I feel make me want to cry
These scars don't heel. Why is this part of life?
Can't control my anger , can't control my pain
Keep on coming back again and agian.
Try to apologize but you seem to necleted it
all the bad thing I do I'm trying to reject it.
I thought I knew who I was. Till I met you
Now I'm so damn lost and so confuse.
Agian who am I? What am I?
Not a perfect rose that bloom in spring.
Im just a leaf that turn yellow at fall. No
one seem to remeber me.