I feel so toung-tied
Like someone's tied it down a hard knotch...

I see it clear why you feel like being alone
You have been bold enough to express His grace...

"I don't like him, I really don't."
Those words keep running in my head...

As I lay on my bed
I cannot believe...

I can dial
punch in...

I'm in high school,
You're in middle school...

I've lost so much,
In such a fast amount of time...

I dream of a white bunny bouncing in the winter
I was pure, innocent, and delicate...

I'm seeing tears all around,
Lack of attention...

I want to laugh of the things I said
As I ran with those cheeks bright red...

The girl with no particular talent
not pretty smart or heard...

Friends till the end you said
but that's not the way it led...