This necklace round my neck,
is reminding me of you...

I run through the rain,
tears streaking my face...

When will you grow up,
when will you believe...

I am waiting,
for a phone call...

Dramatic little girl,
tears of hurt and blame...

~I Did not write this,this is a poem by Andrew...
As we grow up we learn...

I would do anything,
to hold you close...

I'm sorry to those who are pained,
i'm sorry to those who i've shamed...

I don't want to live in a world this shallow.
A world where no one is perfect...

I'm packing a suitcase,
but not full of clothes...

Kill an angel,
Inocent and willing...

Butterflies,
as i look into your eyes...