wish upon a star

i walk through the aisle of life
got that number on my cell
and all dressed in my prom dress
in cell
 you look down at me that wishing well
i feel so small and your eyes i grow up
always be a screw up
i wear my heart on my sleeve
my morals and believe
but you wore the thief
and throw me to the dust
when you no longer believe in us
but i met somebody that would climb down
wouldnt care if im in a wheelchair
if im stare a bit to much
not that i crush
on other guys it just i flinch
and i wear my pain like a heartache
but boy , handle me gently because i might break
its a lot on stake , like my health !