As I sit here all alone in my room, I look up and see the pretty

As I sit here all alone in my room,
I look up and see the pretty moon.
I try and picture myself up in the sky,
But in my heart i truely want to die.
As I try and ponder in my mind,
I think of you and I start to cry.

If I could leave this world,
For once i'd be a happy little girl.
This face you see, i cant hold back,
for it is the true me, and my heart a true black.
I trurely wish it were all a dream,
and that thing that are not are as they seem.
But then I rember, im just a little girl,
living in my imaginary world.