I think I miss him
Is it true...

In a little corner I sit
Trying to make the puzzle pieces fit...

You did it again
My life just became thin...

It's something that's natural
It's something that's true...

Pre-Algebra is complicated
P.E isn't educated...

I didn't know how to handle
This thing called love...

Fingertips to fingertips
The taste of your soft lips...

Looking at you,
looking at me...

Soft wind breeze,
swaying of tree's...

Brain dead,
a virus has spread...

Dancing in the rain,
damage on my brain...

You know you have a friend
When they have a hand to lend...