I hold my knife
I hold it dear...

Once day there was a man named
Mr.Thing...

I'm 13 years old and still
loving you...

Mommy wacha doing I have never seen
Mommy guess what I know you injecting...

I walked down the halls and saw you together
I thought that would be us forever and ever...

I'm a pretty butterfly
I live in a tree...

Its not the way you looked at me
or when you touched my ass...

Jane I called as I jumped out
of bed I called for her..not a word...

Your going to the army.
I'll miss you so...

Shes 1 year old today..you already know her name
I watch her run around..but she eventually falls...

I cant believe you hit me..
in a way that felt so strong...

I loved the way you looked at me
and even when you stared...