I think of my future, you’re all that I see.
I hear that i’m worth something, it’s to you that I want to be.
I see the marks on my body, where did they come from?
I want my mom in my life, sometimes one parent isn’t enough.
I am kind, is that always true?
I pretend i’m okay, I don’t have to with you.
I worry too much about my dad, you tell me it’ll be okay.
I cry myself to sleep, almost everyday.
I understand what love is, it’s you that I blame.
I say it will be okay, I know it will someday.
I dream of being happy, of making people proud of me.
I hope i’ll be successful, I hope i’ll be loved and beautiful.
I’m told i’m depressed, what’s that got to do with this?
I wish my family were closer, we were all closer together,
I love my best friend, friends further than the end.
I can accomplish things, I can exceed above my reach.
I’m scared of dying.. what happens next?
I believe there’s a God, where will I end up next?
I can be a good role—model, i wont give up yet.
I’ll live a good life, with my love, you, by my side.
I’ll try and care for myself, like I care for those around me.
I’ll be nice to my enemies, even though they drive me crazy.
Because with you, I can do whatever i put my mind too, and right now..
It’s keeping you.