Do you know what its like;
to never want to come home...

It's a week till my birthday
and it seems like the only people who remember are...

All I want to do is get high
But I can't because of this little deal we made...

I hope you never find out that I was right
Because then someone else you love...

You say one thing
when you really mean another...

You can give me all of these compliments
you can say I'm a beautiful person...

Only you see who I am,
You know where I have been...

They are becoming whole,
Love made these two beings...

You called me up
I did not want to talk...

Why must you judge me
By the person I like...

If you are innocent
then why do you hide...

Sometimes I wonder
I wonder if the only reason...