D-Wayne, D-Wayne...
in so much pain how many dear have you really...

How did i know i loved you?
was it the way we stayed on the phone...

I am like Eeyore
always dark and gloomy...

I don't see me with out you anywhere in life...
and if were not together your probably a limbless...

You make me crazy,
crazy about you...

I'll make love to you,
and you'll be in love...

We where 5 1/2 months,
we where going to have her...

Hit me hit me one more time...
let me be your lil bag...

She hates her self,
None likes here...

Should i run or walk
out of this place...

What happen to us???
here we are in the night...

What can i do to cep you here?
what have we done wrong...