Streaming hair so soft and blonde,
Is too complete for a respond...

Friends that watch your back
Friends that play with your heart...

Crimson red petals on a slender green stem,
Constructed from a small, organic gem...

Her empty soul fills the air,
As the autumn breeze flows through her hair...

English class, it is a bore.
All we learn is dumb grammar...

The more I look back on all the happy times
The easier it is for me to realize...

He never cared for me,
And I thought we were meant to be...

How could you?
It's so selfish...

Death; oh what a joy that would be.
To be gone in a world of my own...

You with her...her with you.
No matter what, there's nothing I can do...

When you put on that tux and do up that tie,
And ruffle your hair to make it look sly...

Imagine living every single day of your life...
Pretending not to notice...