
You could know my name but still wouldn't know me from a can of paint I've had fault in my stars but I'd play so innocent you'd think I was a saint Now before you open your mouth just so you can judge me Make sure you're perfect because God gets disgusted by ugly let me tell you that this world is what made me who I am today Honestly, I'm still that lost little girl trying to find her way I would lay in bed and I would shed tears if sorrow I would grasp onto pain hoping that I wouldn't be here tomorrow I blamed everyone honestly for my struggles and pain I was going through all of this as a little kid I could feel myself nearly going insaneTodos os Direitos Reservados
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