Looking up into the
sky...

My business
is very quick in wit...

You might get hurt about what I'm going to say
but I'm going to say it anyway...

I'm wrongly accused
of being with you...

With the new year
comes a great queen...

There is no grass on the other side
there is no other place i reside...

The tide is to heavy
to carry on...

As a crazed plane
no coincence...

You Hurt Me
Like a never ending line...

As i walk to you, i let myself go
you were supposed to be my freedom...

Your Eyes
whether your wearing green, blue, or black...

Everyone stares
seems everyone cares...