It came and went.
it was a year for us...
Baby, are we falling apart
i think we are but i hope we arent...
Broken
Behind the door is where you stand...
Day and night she waits alone
Watching through the window waiting by the phone...
Green`s the color of his long lost eyes;
match made in heaven, it`z also the color of myne...
She decided to go to the club alone, no on had...
When she first go there everything was a blur...
Take it bac, i mean it,
even thou it`z ur worst fear...
...this poem is told as if i were in the head of...
Our hook up was nothing more than a fling...
Summer love, it had to end;
he went home : old grlfriend...
The first time we met was on the phone,
you had a different kind of tone...
You need to learn to open ur eyez;
open ur heart, incase mah criez...
If you could give me
one thing worth living for...