Warm and crisp
brown and hot...

Behind this smile is an anger you don't get
behind these eyes is a fighter you don't know...

I've never found the right words
nothing seems good enough...

Sitting in class
my heart races with anticipation...

These suicidal thought
crowd in my mind...

I waited for you
by the old oak tree...

Your not doing any good
by taking back all your stuff...

The school year is over
We're all out of time...

I used to know you so well
now i don't even know when your sad...

A dozen white roses
for love and purity...

Trapped in this house
holding on to a dream...

I stand in the rain
wind blowing back my hair...