Im sitting here looking at you
your often half empty...
The person you see is the real me no fake
Unlike you, whose smile did break...
I'm a book with pages yet to be read,
For my cover does at it says...
We walked alone, together
Through a living hell...
Once upon a time there was a lost cat with no hat.
The cat in the hat didn't know anything about...
I don't know where we're going
Or how we're getting there...
In the pale fields of death,
I see only darkness...
No larger than two feet (like Sam)
Fur of different blondes, and white...
I'm trying to smile and be the best person I can...
I'm trying to get it together so I can be the old...
All my friends
are too good for me...
She listens to them
She always listens to them...
I'm ruining our friendship,
With me always being depressed...