I'm just a little girl,
living in a small box,
I tried to get out of here,
but I always bump against a wall.
I know life can be beautifull,
but true my tears,
I can only see the darkness of the world.
I know there are people who give a damn,
but do they really care when I break down?
will they help me?or leave me alone with my misery?!
i'm still trying to get out of here when I'm thinking all these words.
I hope one day it will happen, in the mean time my worry is living, because my breath is slowing down every minute now.
xxxxxdowniexxxxxx