I`ve learned when you grow away from your friends...
In high school there is never just one romance...

Life isn't all its cut out to be. Its got its ups...
You need to laugh, never go a day without laughing...

Another poem, another line,
another girl pretending she's fine...

I walk past you in school
and you look at me in this way...

Pick Up The Pieces,
That Never Once Fit...

I know what its like to want to die
when you feel as if your whole life is a lie...

What we see
and what we hear...

What would we do differently if we had the choice,
would we now speak without anger and use a softer...

I'll look you in the eyes,
say there's nothing wrong...

I think of you
as you think of me...

Push me from your bed.
His bedroom eyes have lost their sparkle...

Don't cry little angel,
Your heart is in good hands...