Im going to be ok, yes now I see
Cause these poems they set me free...

There are things I would love to tell you,
But I don't think I can...

I walked up the stairs up to his house
I walked through the door and saw them...

When will you wake up and see
That I'll never be perfect, I'll just be me...

My poems are always unhappy,
Never light and full of hope...

She lays there so still, so fragile, so weak.
Shes coming down again, so just wants to sleep...

ALMOST
You're almost in love with me...

Am I a ghost, do you not see me standing here?
All this hurt you've caused, but I doubt you are...