Like a weed she's grows ever taller
Sucking the life out of the people around her...

Passing through the hallways
Giving him a glance...

It's always hard to say goodbye
Especially when it's a friend who died...

Friends are who laugh at your jokes
The ones who help you ask out blokes...

The one who's always there for me
The one who I look at with such glee...

Sitting here in solitude
To shy to speak or make a gesture...

I sit here and look at my white sheet of paper
So empty and barren...

The Beaver lady!
She stole my boyfriend...

He came to her window
She crawled out of bed...

In the darkness.....
Creatures awake and embrace the night...

I see people walking around
Holding hands and cuddling...

They tumble and roll
As they learn how to walk...