*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...

Sometimes i pray to God, and i hope that he takes...
Sometimes when i cry, i ask him why thing wound up...

Tell me all the things I want to hear.
Tell me that you think I'm pretty...

Its been a while since I've seen your pretty...
Since I've been able to look deep into your eyes...

Maybe if people could see what i would see..
Maybe if people could spend a day in my shoes...

To me...
The Rain means tears, all the tears Iv cried...

Your eyes make me think. think about you.
Your lips make me moan. moan because they feel so...

Dear Beautiful.
Did you know that your hair reminds me of the...