It's cold out here.
Please come back.
I miss you.
Put the care in reverse.
Here I am
Back at the start
You'll never know how far I got; going
Reverse is the way to a bright beginning
Am I going to stay alone?
Start isn't my placing
Going to the end may be easy.
Beginning the end is much harder
Alone is how I feel
Placing my finger on the reason is tough.
Easy for some people to figure it; it's
Harder than I thought it would be.
Feel the pain inside?
Tough is how they want me to become.
It will consume me from the inside; I must
Be better than their image.
Inside the one that is where I want to sit.
Become a toasty girl.
Inside is where the keys are to me; this is the
Image of a perfect home.
Sit on a throne of trash
Girl was queen once
Are there any troops?
Home is the dump.
Trash is what they think I am.
Once an orphan with a dream; millions of
Toops will be at my side; the
Dump is where I put those who criticize the abandoned.
