Guiding my hands down the strings
Under pressure to make them ring...

Defintion of a true best friend
One who will never promise "'til the...

I'm sick of all my problems
Being thrown back in my face...

Talking all night
With you on the phone...

Written 4/19
I met a differnt kinda teacher...

A handprint on the window
Another swallowed sigh...

The last time that I hugged you
I knew I wanted to cry...

Bruised and broken, she lays there and sighs-
"Why?" she asks, as she begins to cry...

I'm caught up in your undertow
It's pulling me away so I'll never know...

Mommy, please stop fighting
We can't stand the sound...

The rain drips slowly on the softened window pane
The pitter-patter makes me remember again...

The scent of your cologne still lingers on my skin...
I have no idea the trouble I am in...