What i used to be

I used to be this little girl
surrounded by the big, big world
Fairytales and butterflies
but now I just sit and cry
and sing myself my lullaby
I look back on those days
The days where I can just daze and daze
but now I know that's just my imagination
my excuse for this creation
I look back from when I was younger
I say to myslelf that the little girl I remember is not me
but I know, and I see
that I am not meant to be
Now I'm misunderstood, lonely, and undead
there have just been too many things
left unsaid