She keeps her journal
Locked up tight...

For all sad words
Of tongue and pen...

You know its funny
How we live just to die...

I got in the car
To hang out ike friends...

It got so hard
For she wasn't strong...

I get a sensation
When I think of you...

I'm locked inside myself
So my mind can run free...

Long blond hair
And eyes of blue...

She prayed to God
As she hugged her knees...

One small girl
Making her way...

She keeps her journal
Locked up tight...

She was pretty and popular
He was the star of the team...