Love is a hard thing to capture
like a ladybug crawling amidst flowers...

Lets go to the dance
its my last chance...

This is for the girl whose life has been rough
whos too weak to stay awake...

Shes broken
everyone thinks she is perfect,she has nothing to...

It was a slow death
i watched her take her last painful breath...

My eyes are blue
his are brown with gold flecks...

New town
new school...

Funny how your words tear at my heart,
I thought I was stronger than that...

And she was the infamous girl who cried blood
And died in the flood...

When i feel like dying inside
i go for a ride...

I write in my journal
the same dear diary at the top of the page...

You know that feeling
the one in the deepest part of your heart...