Mommy's getting madder,
Her temper goes up...

When the morning is gone,
The night goes high...

God closed your eyes,
he called down to you...

You are my breath,
My light...

To fight it like to stand in the born.
No clothes...

Like a rubber band,
Stretchy from poll to poll...

Just for one day, just for one time
I wish not hear all this yelling and lieing...

She is so sweet,
So cold yet warm...

She thought you left,
To leave her alone...

It's the Grade 9.
We'll dance around with are Jeans and band-T...

As though i have no world,
Along life's lession told...

Tuck me in,
God let me sleep...