The boy who gets five years
Is the one addicted to drugs...

This world is slowly getting worse
Every day I see more faults...

Life is finally working out
It's no longer filled with screams and shouts...

Used to be so vibrant, so full of life
Now never seem to have a happy day...

I'm surrounded by friends
I'm surrounded by people who care...

Sometimes thoughts run through her head
Sometimes for life she just doesn't much care...

Sometimes we forget the reasons
why we were drawn to each other...

Sorrow
And confusion...

Sorry that I'm not perfect
Sorry that I just don't care...

Raindrops falling down
Rejuvenating the earth...

Words spiral as passions flare
heated moments, unforgiveable sentiments...

Lately, I've been stacking plates. I counted them...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven...