Just Something I Wrote.
hey, i'm fifteen and i don't mean to worry you,
i've seen hate cuz of race, n death cus of money to.
i've always been let down, and you don't even have a clue,
so alone I need a friend cus the ones i have i loose.
Sumbody Gimme an angel, remember the one i had was you,
But since you left i ohnestly got nothing left to loose,
I'm ill deep inside and everynight i sit and cry,
You say you love me, But i dont wana hear lies.
I don't wana trust you, but can u blame me?
I was weak and feeble, well this is the same me,
But know i can stand up for ma own and i can save me,
I got enough so am proud of wat Allah gave me.
outside i see Other girls boast of their beauty,
Whats a face, when i walk past nobody sees me.
It's better like that, i'll be a ghost yeah.