And it makes me wonder,
do I love you anymore...

I have no idea how I couldn't see,
how much he really means to me...

I miss you,
like I've never missed before...

I'll kiss away the hurt,
it hurts me too...

This little boy,
he is scared...

Hey, kid, what's with you?
Hey, kid, you feelin' lower than the floor...

This love is: what you relize you had after you...
This love is: being completely afriad to see him...

When you have nightmares,
I'll kiss you like butterlies do...

You give me butterflies.
They make me feel crazy...

No one told me you were dead,
I think I deserved to know...

You are never too young to love,
it's not a "come of age" thing...

It's not your fault,
I did this on my own...