There was a time
when i was young...

I sit here crying
becasue I feel all alone...

People are like books
We all have an outside cover...

I sit and wonder,
Wonder why I cry...

I have tried so hard to forget.
But I can not get you out of my mind...

I once had so many questions
that I sat down and wrote a poem...

You say you have one question
one question you wish to ask...

I sit here thinking
I should have listened...

There was a time
long ago...

We once were friends
and then we were once lovers...

I love you all so very much
But Im starting to grow up...

If I changed my hair color,
Would you still like me...