I love this girl named Harlea,
but she has been turned,
turned into something I didn't want yet.
And yes I am mad, but not at her.
I am mad because she didn't tell me.
Plus I broke my hand when I hit my uncle.
Me and harlea love each other to death,
but why didn't you tell me baby?
I still love you, or com'ono straat.
But next time, please tell me, ok?
I was so mad at Jasper last night,
that I was crying instead of yelling at him.
Jasper, don't try that again or I will come over there.
Then you will barely be alive when I am done with you.
