She looks down
40 stories below...

I am a teen poet
I am a plain old person...

We used to be best friends...
I don't know what happened...

Dreamland is a place
where we all go when...

When I found out
I didn't understand...

Sit back and listen
I will try to say all...

When I took one look at you
you took my breath away...

Born into a family
with so much to give...

Covered in my sheets
My pillow tilting me up...

I finally gave
it a second thought...

I held my heart out to you
We helped each other through...

It makes some people jealous
But it makes the people who have it...