No one is who they appear to be,
especially not she...

Here I am again,
Sitting outside...

You know how important you are to me,
But what am I to you...

Ive changed so much this year its crazy,
I wish I could turn back to who I was...

I know what its like,
To be scared...

Hey...
ya this isn't a poem...

I'm fed up with how i play,
I'm fed up with how i feel...

I know that nothings going to be the same,
as much as we want to be friends again...

I'm so sorry Sam for whatever i did,
you have no idea how much i am...

This year is going to be torture, it already is...
Theres so much that has brought me down...