She\\\'s confused, depressed
wants to marry they guy she\\\'s wit...

As I slowly enter the needle in my arm
I try to erase every memory of harm...

Homework, Homework, Homework
So much in a day...

She sits in her room
and cries at night...

You always was there no matter what
Stood by my side when things were rough...

Brown, red, orange, blue
all them colors you look like a fool...

What do you mean when you say you love me?
Do you mean you'll even hurt me...

To whom this poem may concern
I hope you read this and beable to learn...

Whats the point of hitting me
if your gonna get me a treat...

* This is to my best friend Jasmine Elaine Bates...
I remember the day that we became Best Friends...

Some make me sick
and make me mad...