I'm sorry I'm sorry,
I really am...

5th grade we walked,
sitting on the benches we talked...

Hiya Barbie!
Hi Ken...

So I sit here on my computer,
thinking about this past year...

Look into this teardrop my love,
and see what it holds inside...

It's sweet that you consider me,
your very own super man...

Look at me now,
I never thought this could be...

Oceans oceans land and sky,
I stare at the screen telling you I'm fine...

I am in such a dilemma,
Alot like you feel when you have nausea...

More than an average high school fling,
more than just a crush...

Isn't it ironic, how sometimes you seem to run out...
Even though my thoughts sink...

Everytime you log on...
my heart starts beating a wee bit faster...