It is you I think of
My fingertips touching your lips...

I did something
and it was so wrong...

I need a man
not a silly little boy...

How could you be so low?
How could you be so mean...

Cold, numb, my heart is icy black
warm, loving, i will never go back...

When I was five my father said,
"stop crying.&quot...

Write love on your arm
And never forget...

Was it wrong
what i did today...

It was a cold November day,
it was a sickening hot July...

I write
not to be published...

Ive been going back
and forth...