She sits in the corner of her room. Thinking of...
She thinks to her self as she sits on the ground...

I cant pretend to be happy anymore.
Your used to the happy and hyper me...

The days go by without a trace
I wish that once more I could see your face...

Tears Of Blood
Eyes Full Of Hate...

The heart yearns for love as the flowers yearn for...
Some of us complete the journey and find exactly...

I have been so careful with my heart
As if it was a diamond in protected glass...

Dad,
I cried when I found out you were sick...

Your not in love
Your just stuck in the moment...

We Are To Love
As A Flower Is To Rain...