She sat and cried
her face in her hands...

Do you even remember me?
when you look what do you see...

All they ever do is fight
ive had enough of this tonight...

As it burns in the pit of your heart
you know whats comming next...

It is so far worse a crime
to blow apart someones mind...

Hiding who i am
playing with the minds of a boy and a man...

The place i once called home
is now where i feel all alone...

The day i told you
things would have to change...

To my Adam may i be his Eve
to my Adam may i be something of worth...

I wrote this on 02/02/07
seventy-five days until summer...

His voice
accenting dirty words...

Falling
free falling...