I want to say I'm sorry
for acting like a little kid...

Depression can get physical
and im my case...it did...

She won\'t remember the good you did
she\'ll just remember all the bad...

It doesn't always end
right where it began...

I think you got me where you want me
or maybe not...just yet...

I know he saw me falling
I know he saw it all...

It hurts to know your doing wrong
when rights all you wanted to do...

There was this yellow house
and it had a red door...

I like the way you kiss
but not your driving wrecklessly...

I'll run back to you
when blood falls from the sky...

I still ask about you
but you're not supposed to know...

Why would it matter to him?
why should he even care...