He had everything he wanted
But then you turned him away...

I slam the door
I'm all alone...

Am I attention seeking to tell you how I feel?
Do you not believe all my suffering is for real...

A heart tattoo with wings to fly
reminds me of ever time I've caught a boys eye...

You look but don't see
The suffering in me...

I love the way he wears his hat sideways so we can...
I love all the words he says about how much it's...

A friend like you is very rare
a friend to really truly care...

I still write in the diary you brought for me,
Every page is filled with how it used to be...

A smile not of being happy
or of feeling that I fit in...

A warm smile,
a hand softly touching my face...

All the poems I wrote about how I felt,
all the times I said you made my heart melt...

You keep telling me how I'm so fine,
And your so happy that I made you mine...