Why is it that
parents are always...

I don't believe
that there is someone...

How can people
say there in love...

Every night
he comes home...

I look in to her eyes
concentrate on whats...

It seems as though
in a blink of an eye...

The mask she puts on
is so hard to see behind...

So happy she is
living her life...

Everyone stares
and gives her those looks...

What is the world
just one big place...

I believe that our
life is planned...

Why is it
when everything...