You said it wasnt anything special,
That since you where leaving soon...

*Part of a song i wrote*
All those times i thought you where so good to me...

Its hard for some to see
that I do what I do...

Sometimes I pray to God, and hope that he takes me...
Sometimes when I cry, I ask him why things wound...

Tell him that you like him...
Tell him that he makes you smile...

I hate the tears i cry because they remind me of...
I liked the times when i cried because you where...