What happen to the moments,
when the tears were washed away...

My heart has been ripped out,
broken into pieces...

Look into my eyes,
all you'll see is pain...

The people i love the most,
they don't even care...

I hate the way you look at me,
the way you always glare...

I sit and think,
that life is great...

People say i am an angel,
but i don't see the wings...

Ive torn to people apart,
Ive hurt them inside...

Who am i to tell you no,
my heart knows its wrong...

I said i was going to be happy,
not another tear to fall...

He wrote me a poem,
so kind and sweet...

The flow of the river
soothes my stressful mind...