I dont know weather i hate myself
Or if i hate you...

So i sit in my car the key in the engine,
Music playing in my ear...

Do i tell him do i not
To be honest its pot luck...

When the ray of sun comes through,
My Window in the morning i think of you...

When I look at you
I think what do I see...

I wanted to give you something,
Which you could read upon...

I dont know what to do
Im confused and un-shore...

By lewis.. a close friend and talented writer x x...
You live in a bin...

Lewis wrote this and i asked him if i could put it...
I wish i could run away...

She sits at her computer
Knowing its gonna be a long night...

*For my lil star, Conrad*
I know this boy...

Should i give it to him??
I hear stories of you all the time...