They say teenage years are the best years of your...
heres the truth...

Smoking kills she says
as she lights one up...

As the tears well up
In her bright blue eyes...

I play the violin,
I practice every night...

For the one who showed me the light,
For the one who showed me the door...

What would you do if I told you your dad was dead?
Would you respond with the nod of a head...

As the tears stream down her face
She screams to God...

The wind conducts the grass in a graceful waltz,
The sea rises for the show...

I am a young woman.
I am everything and nothing...

Behind the smile
There is a tear...