I think of you as I sit here on my own
Of how you smiled when I would walk into the room...

Pushing her glasses up her nose
She began to write some words...

You cry softly as you gaze
At the picture held tightly in your hand...

Sometimes I cry when I think of you
Of how you left when I need you the most...

As I lay here on my unmade
Bed, I think of you...

She was one of the best people you could ever meet
So full of life, ready to take on the world...

Dear Dad I'm writing this
To tell you that I don't hate you anymore...

As I stare into your eyes
My entire souls is engulfed...

You look at me and say
That I'm a freak, a nobody...