Some Of you want to see me
some of you want me to see you...

There came a russle, from a tussle.
She looked like me, but I couldn't see...

I use to Hate you
but now I Love you...

The pain is just too much,
it makes me want to die...

I'm so sad,
I want to cry...

God has given me these hands
I used to try and try to help the lost ones in...

He just yells,
he just screams...