You know how it feels when you think you found...
The one who always calls you babe and Hun...

Its on the news and in the newspaper
How a young girl killed herself and no one could...

One thing after another thats just how it feels
The tears I cry and the pain are feel are nothing...

Looking at my suicidal poems makes me sick
That I couldn't pull myself out of something not...

It just build up and started getting worst
My life that is I'm just sick of being hurt...

Song...
I can't began to describe...

I was in the car yesterday and I looked down at...
I was kinda in a trance just staring...

I would say its been two months since you went...
And not once did I not think of you every day...

I sleep in till noon almost every day
When people give me compliments I never know what...

You make me feel like there is good in me
You see the things no one else can see...

-song- not that good but here
Standing out in the pouring rain...

Wait for the guy who will love you for you
And not just for the physical things you will do...