Hatred, a word that has
been felt soo many times...

When i think about the past
i think of you...

I am writting to say
that I love you...

The day that you came and got me
was the most exotic day...

As i lie in bed
and dream of you...

That one person
made my heart split into...

If there was no way
to hear you speak...

You care about things
You love me for me...

The tears they fall
fall like rain...

I'll Be your shoulder to lean on
I'll Be the one for you...

I am scared
I wonder what's going to happen...

Why does this always have to be me?
When do the tears stop...