I guess we get truth
behind millions of lies...

When your pathways clouded over
i will bring my fan...

I'm not mad
at least not you...

She told me a story
i didn't want to believe...

Young girl don't cry
ill comfort you till your tears run dry...

Daddy comes home
his eyes are all red...

I wonder what
people like you...

Its not until
i start complain to her...

My poem are crappy
I'm just typing stuff...

~a part of a song i wrote~
I'm little...

Reading the scores you give me
is like reading a report card...

Drunken promises
Stolen Kisses...