You know that me- who I used to be?
That's not me - anymore...

No one told me life would be
Easy, they said it was hard but one...

The hurtful words you say,
Things that put me down...

What is beautiful anyway,
As I often wonder...

It used to be you and me
Not just you and me...

Where is the love I used to know,
words that sprung from my pen so fast...

Ain't it funny when you hear people say that...
but when you're depressed...

This is for Dawn, my first friend in Portland and...
Take a picture of us...

I wrote you your story
and I sang you your tune...

Where ever you go,
I seem to find myself there...

A Pocketful of stars won't by me your love.
But I'll pray ten thousand times to the gods...

How do you
know me so well...