I'm not perfect,
I have a depression...

I can't do this anymore.
This thing called life...

You are my Grandma,
My best friend...

It was me and her just hanging out,
We invited you just because...

Theres this guy thats SO dum,
but so nice, and perfect...

I have 4 scares on my left arm.
It only happened this past year...

Just the other night,
I cryed myself to sleep...

Your my dream come true,
Your my fariy teal ending...

She's my best friend.
I think she might be my angle...

The perfect boy,
Caring, loving...

Don't look back.
Don't try to remember what used to be...

There you were, so strong and well
You were always smiling and laghing...