How do you
know me so well...

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

A lonely teenage girl, sitting back in a chair,
Looking at the blank piece of paper...

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

Would it have been better, if we had stayed...
To know all the lies you told in the end...

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

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

Pretty eyes,
pretty face...

She said she was sorry,
She really did try...

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

I looked out the class room window
And into the sky...

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