You tell me you like me
but you dint have feelings...

When I'm with you
I'm always glad...

You are my love
I'm never in despair...

You hate your life
you never liked it...

On my mind
all the time...

I run and hide
from all the lies...

A poem is a statement
a statement of words...

Run run run
I have to get away...

She sits in her room
with you in her head...

The name of this boy
will not be said...

I know a boy
who I call blind...

Your running from him
as fast as you can...