Sweet•Little•Unforgettable•Thing

But Somewhere Along The Line, You Changed. You Stopped Being You...

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was made stories. She exceeded in her classes ahead of the year. She was bright and intelligent, beautiful and independent. She was a lovely little girl indeed.

However I regret to inform you that lovely little girl with a future ahead, she's now 13 and can't bring herself to leave the bed. Her love had turned to spite, her heart they said was cold as ice. Yet there is always two sides to a story, you'll soon find that out. Her head was in the clouds while her body lay lifeless between four bare faced walls. She'd tell tales of rich fantasy's and spin webs of pretty lies to pass the time. The stories she would create, the stories they were great. However there's a little truth behind each tale. Those stories they would stay up in her head. The stories, they would remain un read.

That lovely little girl, she took up smoking ad began to drink. It became her escape. That lovely little girl was covered in scars deeper than anything that bleeds. While only young, father began to seek comfort in whiskey and rum. Daddy you won't find mum in the bottom of that bottle. That lovely little girl became distant and cold. That lonely teenager had a heart of gold. No one saw her struggle, no one felt her pain. Yet you all point fingers to the girl whom lives in vain. Once upon a time, there was a girl who was made of stories. Your nothing they told her, nothing.