My Heart sits in my chest
beating the day away...

Do Not Do It,
it is just not right...

Everyday I sit next to you,
just talking about random things...

I maybe leaving but there,
there are many things that you should know...

We spend time in school
and we spend time every other day...

These tears I cry are,
are not from sadness...

Paradise city is a special,
special place were you can run to...

I feel Broken
fore it has been my fault...

Love tends to hurt the most
when you so something wrong...

When I was about 14 or 15
I use to be home a lot...

So many problems,
to many to count...

Would you believe if someone,
if someone told you their house was haunted...