You can't tell me how to act.
You can't say you know what is going on...

A-is for Appreciation you show to no one.
B-is for Blowing a bubble that is your life...

My words are cold.
My soul was sold...

Your love is so sweet.
Never truely admitting it...

Give me some hope.
Send me a prayer...

As I lay on my pillow.
I close my eyes and insanity...

When I cut, I know it will not fix anything.
But how can you tell me it is wrong...

Before I put up this poem...to make it have more...
We are the lambs of God...

There she goes again.
Shes made another mistake...

I am what you may call a perfectionist.
I always want everything to be just right...