"what do you suppose this is sister?", i...
she replied. i didn't exactly have a good feeling...

You guys come to me with problems you hope i can...
you come to me as if I'm a psycho psychologist...

She wants to be a pen
no real reason why...

You said you'd never do it,
and yet you hide the scars...

Pr1ck me with a needle
poke me with a stick...

As i sit, after i cried,
i begin to feel like i wanna die...

Dear Mr hill we wanted to say,
we were scared when you cried that day...

~in one day it could be tomorrow
in six days it could be next week...

I wish on the stars that shine so bright
i count my wishes every night...

What do you do when your friend wants to die,
what do you do when all they do is cry...

I'm making up this poem
all about my name...

(to the tune of "London bridges falling...
ladies and horses falling down...