When I'm all alone and no one else is there, I sing to myself saying I'll be fine. I know that I'll never be, but I got the music in me. It keeps me going. They may laugh, they might stare, they may even call me a worthless singing freak, but I don't care. They can't take away the music in me. It's late at night and he's on my mind... I go in my backyard and sing with tears in my eyes. No one can see, nor hear my singing. I'm alone, in this cold harsh world. I can't find my way back home, because I don't have one. All I have is the music, the music that's in me... Why must you say that I have a heart of solid gold and that I'm beautiful? Depressed people don't have solid gold hearts, they're cold and black. And I'm not beautiful... you may think it, but I'm not. You can't call two girls at once beautiful... There's only one on your life, and it's not me. I'm no good at all... A worthless piece of junk taking up space in this world we call home is what I am. I can't run anymore, I have no place to call my home. I'm sick of crying and bleeding. I just want to fly away.... somewhere so far away from here to a small town that no one knows of. That way, you and everyone that knows me will forget about me. You'll go on with your live and so won't everyone else. But I know you'll say that you'll miss me... don't. Because when it's a gray day and it feels like the end of time, it's me saying hello. I'll always be with you, with black tears in my eyes and my broken wings since I am a Fallen Angel. Don't be sad that I'm gone... because I'm always with you, in your solid gold heart.... But I'll be fine. So never worry about me.... because I got the music in me.
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