Here I am again,
Sitting outside...

I know that nothing is going to be the same,
As much as we want to be friends again...

I know what its like,
To be scared...

I'm fed up with how i play,
I'm fed up with how i feel...

I'm so sorry Sam for whatever i did,
you have no idea how much i am...

No one is who they appear to be,
especially not she...

I know that nothings going to be the same,
as much as we want to be friends again...

This year is going to be torture, it already is...
Theres so much that has brought me down...

You know how important you are to me,
But what am I to you...

Hey...
ya this isn't a poem...

Ive changed so much this year its crazy,
I wish I could turn back to who I was...