Take that handgun in your palm
And aim in to the floor...

I stare down the aisle
In which I'm forced to sit...

Looking for the exit door
From these problems of mine...

There once was this beautiful girl,
She was twelve and in love...

I feel as if my life,
Is a game of hide'n'seek...

My love
He is not too well this day...

I saw you, I saw you
Three cheers and a beer for that...

What's wrong this time?
Can you tell...

Here's your letter.
I'll make it short and sweet...

You asked me to write a poem
For you, as a birthday present...

Tomorrow is the day of death
Tears and sorrow fill...

Don't rob her of her innocence
Don't rob her of her youth...