The black pencil leaves a memory,
On paper of pure white...

I feel the blood drain from my body,
as a pool of blood floods the nearby ground...

I love you mom, I love you dad,
I am sorry if I made you sad...

The rolling hills of America,
are being replaced by concrete...

I thought I needed others,
to carry on through the day...

I need your help more than ever before,
I cut too deep, I just had to explore...

How come I'm here,
and you're over there...

She can not be rescued,
she has fallen to the crowd...

What is it like to live in a phony life,
To lie to your friends, and cheat all the time...

What happened to this world?
Every child is growing faster...

Why does everyone want to be in the 'in' crowd?
Do they want to walk down the halls and looks so...

What is it with the popular girls?
I am oh so confused...