::spoken::

ItIt happens to other people
You say how sad
You say poor thing
But when its you its something else
It's everything

::sung::

You'll never believe the nightmares
You'll never know the pain you caused
You'll never see the scars you've left me
The things you stole, everthing I 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
Then your gone
I'm not your poor thing

You took my body, tore it in half
You took my child
Took my heart and my laugh
You took everything I kept for myself
And then your gone
I'm not your poor thing