I want to see that smile on your freckled face.

I am just another girl with that undying love for you. You are my moon in the starriest of those nights in July. I want you to know.

You said my room needed to be cleaned. You never said I had to clean it.

In my heart you are still here.
But out there you are just another gravestone. :(

The trees. That green stuff. Where has it gone?
Oh, I know it is gone with all the rest of a once good Earth

I wanted you. I really did. Why did you do that?