She young and bold,
Will soon be told...

Your wasting your time
thinking your right...

She laid on my bed...once
she reached for my book, but can't walked by my...

I do grow tall but not like a tree
I'm not big nor small...

At night i would cry
for its so sad to see you smile...

Flowing within me
spreading fast like a spilled drink...

I speak to you like your the one
you ignore my voice like i was never there...