I'm all broken up,
For all sorts of reasons...

So quietly she walks,
She wont let anybody hear...

You\'re really not as special,
As you used to be...

You lead me on,
You watch me leap...

If I could hold the moon,
in the palm of my hand...

I wanted to sing a song for you,
But these words have no tune...

They say that friends are angels,
Angels in disquise...

I can tell you like her,
I can see it on your face...

* This poem is dedicated to Damon, his mom died...
I don't know what it feels like...