Nothings was ever right
Crying every night...

I walk through the park,
All by myself...

I look at you,
As you look at me...

Backstabbing?
What does that mean...

I cant deal with this anymore
I want this to go away...

Perfection does not exist.
But do you ever dream...

My teachers are all talking
At the table across from me...

Taking time to look at the little things
Reading the tiny footnotes...

I keep talking
I'm making matters worse...

The song you sing is so beautiful
It makes me feel like crying...

I hate perfection,
I hate to sing...

You have cancer, what does this mean?
I may only be in 2nd grade, but you look strong...