wonder what its like being the girl that everyone
think that I'm very happy, & i'm like that most of
the time & I love myself.
the truth is, i'm breaking apart, I cry myself to sleep. I
is my loudest scream for help.
I just with that people would understand
what i'm going through, without me
Without alittle rain, you can't have
love without alittle pain
know, becomes someone you knew
know, If not, please gently let me go