I lay here on my bed
wishing i was dead...

Love is something you feel
you cant hold it against your will...

18 is his age
14 is mine...

Life was good
until you came...

Are you really dead
maybe its all in my head...

I saw you at the store
with that ugly w-h-o-r-e...

Sit on the bed
now youe dead...

Everyone asks why i cry
i just tell them a lie...

The last time i saw you
you said you missed me too...

I want something i just cant have
man..that makes me really sad...

The feeling deep inside
i don't know what it is...

Watch out what you say
because you might not get your way...