It happens to everyone, you say how sad, you say poor thing.
Youll never beleive the nightmares.
Youll never know the oain you caused.
Youll never see teh scares you left.
The things you stole, everything lost.
You took my body tore it in half.
You took my childhood, my heart and my laugh.
You took everything i kept for myself.
And then your gone.
Im not your poor thing!