Walls thick with pictures
of beaches and green...
You asked who the poem was about
And I just couldn't say...
I'm sick and tired, of being used,
I thought by falling for you, my feelings wouldn't...
I had just been trying to catch a break.
Trying to find someone who would be right...
Dear Boy:
Well I'm writing this because I know you're out...
Angel with wings pure of heart,
Hear my plea on this lonely night...
Im standing outside your door,
Rehearsing just what to say...
Take me away from this place
I don't belong here...
These wounds of a broken heart are slowly healing-
each day the pain decreases; the blood quits...
Wishing things were different
Another place another time...
I can't get through to you
No matter what I do...
I'll change the color of the sky
and never say the words good bye...