I wore my heart on my sleeve
Just so you could see...

Why couldn’t people just let my life be
Now it screwed me up can’t you see...

When Im away
Away from you...

My type contains of only one style
Your sweet and goofy little smile...

As i tried
As i cried...

Why must people pick on me
They seem to like to make me bleed...

I’m loving you more then a friend
But I’m confused in the end...

I’m standing here
With nowhere to go...

As I watch my blood move to wards the ground
Without a sound it drizzles past my ankle onto the...

"In Flanders Fields" a poem I just read
The meaning, clear to see...

I see you every weekend
We talk every night...

Can anyone here my cries from within
Or see that my head as it spins...