It seems so weird
most people have...

Eyes dripping with tears
Flooding the floor...

All I need is someone to talk to
Someone to hold my hand...

Some people cut
and bleed...

Its about time
to graduate...

Sometimes I wonder
Should I call you up...

I write poems online and stuff
Sharing all my feeling with...

They may call
them stupied and slow...

My life is turning around
in circles...

If I ever seen you again
would you even speak to me...

It probably wouldn't
be this way...

When your old
and gray...