She was a dreamer baby, so naive
Went through every day
With her heart on her sleeve

He was a fighter baby, liked it rough
Put on the tough act
Until he fell in love

Is this another dream?
Cause nothing is what it seems.
No one's who their supposed to be,
And you can't even see me.

Sing it to me soft, sing it to me slow
If this is a dream...
Please, don't let me go.

I look into that mirror trying to see,
Where's that girl, the real me?
Maybe she's gone fare from here,
But honestly, I need her near...

The other night Miranda told me she was cutting again, my heart stopped. Last time was bad enough even if it was so little and she stopped when I told her I wasn't mad but disappointed. This time she was scared to tell me but I said I wouldn't be mad. She was scared and said she was sorry if I thought it was some attention thing, but I really don't I told her that. I told her it'd be ok and that she was going to get better, that I would be there for her every step of the way. But I'm scared, what if she finds something else, I can only do so much. Today she gave me a bag filled with pins, needles, safety pins and any other sharp thing she thought she'd cut or has cut herself with. I said I'd be taking anything else she tried to use. And then I asked where she did it, she hadn't a single mark on her wrists. She then pointed to her chest, hips, legs, sides, and stomach.

I want to be that girl you thought about,
The one with that genuine smile
But I'm afraid it won't show,
Only every once in a while

That day I thought it was perfect, I gave you my heart
But that was before the day, you tore it all apart
I should have saw it coming, read each and every sign
It was never real, and you were never even mine