I met you,
In seventh grade...

I met you,
In seventh grade...

A lot of people think that,
Paradise is Florida...

When I am upset,
He always makes me feel better...

Why has my heart,
Chosen him...

The heart is a place deep in side you,
Where your deepest desires are...

Perfection what is perfection,
Everybody has a different...

I want to be with him,
I know that for sure...

Life has challenges that we must over come.
Some people think it is easier to go it alone...

Depression is a state of mind,
Nothing more and nothing less...

Every minute of everyday,
You make a choice...

THE TORTURE I GO THROUGH,
DAY AFTER DAY...